A Girl

I want a girl who can't sing on key,

No matter how hard she tries,

But she sings loud anyway.

I want a girl who tells white lies

Or wears false smiles

To keep the peace sometimes.

I want a girl who feels little shame,

Who can't figure out how to make words rhyme.

I want a girl who cries too much,

Or hides her emotions until she explodes.

I want to fight with her and know

We'll get through it, want to know her codes.

I want a girl who wants me too,

For the things I do, for all my quirks.

I want a girl who understands

That variety's spice. That kind of thing works.

In, what, spring of 2006, I recorded this song I'd written. I'm not sure whether it's spiritual or just a romantic song, but here it is, Against the Grains. It might be a bit quiet.

PG A poem written by Snape. Obvious references to Lily, but whether it's because of romantic love or just a past he cannot seem to escape is up for you to decide.

Been thinking about Bitty's anxiousness, which reminds me of mine in 7th grade. First poem since September.

I’m Getting the Mist of It

I shouldn’t feel so stupid. It was a two-way thing.

We had a year-plus, not a fling.

I loved you more than anything,

Anyone I’d been with before.

You were my first like you, like you,

You were the first I liked for you

And not just because I felt it due,

Or something like that, no, not, and nor,

Our like was mutual (or at least I thought),

We spent time flirting, an awful lot,

We didn’t know until we’d caught

Each other what had been in store.

You don’t have the maturity,

I was the first one, he or she,

To grace the halls of your beauty,

But no more, never now, no more.

I’m new to this heart exposure.

Of our bond I was so sure, so sure,

And now I have no closure,

For you won’t talk to me anymore.

You won’t talk to me anymore.

I shouldn’t feel so stupid, love,

And I don’t blame you, no, I don’t.

If you ask for me to take you back,

I can’t say if I will (Will I?)

And can’t say if I won’t.

What we had was true, I know,

Or true enough for its spot in time.

We knew nothing going in,

And came out free of any crime.

I love you, I think.

Unfortunate, isn’t it, to think that way,

For you are gone, aren’t coming back

As far as I can see to say.