look in the mirror please
if bạn dont bạn wont find the beuty
thats hiding in you
bạn say your ugly bạn cry all night
bạn slam the door on my face one night
when i tried helping bạn out
look in the mirror i know bạn are beutiful bạn just got to beileve in your self.
but bạn probaly wont why cant bạn see the beuty thats waiting to arrive
the boys would want bạn oh carolyn i hope u relize that .
this is no joke bạn are beutiful in my eyes but in yours ur a monster
why cant bạn see what eye see
i hope someday bạn will believe me.
if bạn dont bạn wont find the beuty
thats hiding in you
bạn say your ugly bạn cry all night
bạn slam the door on my face one night
when i tried helping bạn out
look in the mirror i know bạn are beutiful bạn just got to beileve in your self.
but bạn probaly wont why cant bạn see the beuty thats waiting to arrive
the boys would want bạn oh carolyn i hope u relize that .
this is no joke bạn are beutiful in my eyes but in yours ur a monster
why cant bạn see what eye see
i hope someday bạn will believe me.
Solitude,
Somewhere in my mind.
Where I can rest my head,
And let go of all the pain.
Back on my feet,
To make my place again.
Recharge my soul,
So I can live once more.
What happened to being a child?
When getting high meant too much sugar.
When breaking the rules was staying up past bedtime.
When saying "I tình yêu you",
Was only intended for your mom,
And the pressure of it never set upon you..
Looking up at the clouds,
I only see dark gray.
When they use to be white,
And full of life.
And I'd pick out shapes and smile.
Now it's dark.
Only dark,
And I feel I've Mất tích my way.
"Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I should die before I wake..-"
Die? Before I wake..Sounds good to me.
Somewhere in my mind.
Where I can rest my head,
And let go of all the pain.
Back on my feet,
To make my place again.
Recharge my soul,
So I can live once more.
What happened to being a child?
When getting high meant too much sugar.
When breaking the rules was staying up past bedtime.
When saying "I tình yêu you",
Was only intended for your mom,
And the pressure of it never set upon you..
Looking up at the clouds,
I only see dark gray.
When they use to be white,
And full of life.
And I'd pick out shapes and smile.
Now it's dark.
Only dark,
And I feel I've Mất tích my way.
"Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I should die before I wake..-"
Die? Before I wake..Sounds good to me.
Our teacher's multi-talented.
He plays đàn ghi ta, guitar and sings.
He paints impressive pictures
and can juggle twenty rings.
He dances like an expert,
he can mambo, tap and waltz.
He's also quite a gymnast,
doing airborne somersaults.
He's something of a swimmer.
He's a champion at chess.
It's difficult to find a skill
that he does not possess.
He speaks a dozen languages.
He's great at racing cars.
He's masterful at fighting bulls,
and studying the stars.
He's good at climbing mountains.
He can wrestle with a bear.
The only thing we wish he'd learn
is how to comb his hair.
He plays đàn ghi ta, guitar and sings.
He paints impressive pictures
and can juggle twenty rings.
He dances like an expert,
he can mambo, tap and waltz.
He's also quite a gymnast,
doing airborne somersaults.
He's something of a swimmer.
He's a champion at chess.
It's difficult to find a skill
that he does not possess.
He speaks a dozen languages.
He's great at racing cars.
He's masterful at fighting bulls,
and studying the stars.
He's good at climbing mountains.
He can wrestle with a bear.
The only thing we wish he'd learn
is how to comb his hair.
I bought a pet banana
and I tried to teach him tricks,
but he wasn't any good at
catching balls hoặc fetching sticks.
He could never catch a Frisbee,
and he wouldn't sit hoặc speak,
though we practiced every afternoon
and evening for a week.
He refused to shake hoặc wave hoặc crawl
hoặc beg hoặc take a bow,
and I tried, but couldn't make him bark
hoặc get him to meow.
He was terrible at playing dead.
He couldn't jump a rope.
When he wouldn't do a single trick
I simply gave up hope.
Though I liked my pet banana,
I returned him with regret.
Boy, I sure do hope this watermelon
makes a better pet.
and I tried to teach him tricks,
but he wasn't any good at
catching balls hoặc fetching sticks.
He could never catch a Frisbee,
and he wouldn't sit hoặc speak,
though we practiced every afternoon
and evening for a week.
He refused to shake hoặc wave hoặc crawl
hoặc beg hoặc take a bow,
and I tried, but couldn't make him bark
hoặc get him to meow.
He was terrible at playing dead.
He couldn't jump a rope.
When he wouldn't do a single trick
I simply gave up hope.
Though I liked my pet banana,
I returned him with regret.
Boy, I sure do hope this watermelon
makes a better pet.
Another ngày has dawned opon
another night for me to cry
the tình yêu i hav e is hidden deep
the pain i only feel
say your sorry
say bạn care
but your not
i know bạn dont care
take me back
to the heavens
where i use to be
take me back wher i was born
where i once fell
i was born from the devil
from the pits of hell
where death is the only life
i cry myself to sleep
i morn over my lost
but its to late to save me
its to late agian
i have my own pain
and i carry yours
i can hadel it all
some call me the devil
some call mean fallen angel
but all call me me
all i do is ask for one thing
to be loved
its not a quickend death
it taked it time
but soon itll come
another night for me to cry
the tình yêu i hav e is hidden deep
the pain i only feel
say your sorry
say bạn care
but your not
i know bạn dont care
take me back
to the heavens
where i use to be
take me back wher i was born
where i once fell
i was born from the devil
from the pits of hell
where death is the only life
i cry myself to sleep
i morn over my lost
but its to late to save me
its to late agian
i have my own pain
and i carry yours
i can hadel it all
some call me the devil
some call mean fallen angel
but all call me me
all i do is ask for one thing
to be loved
its not a quickend death
it taked it time
but soon itll come
Our teacher sings The Beatles.
She must know every song.
We ask her please to stop
but she just sings, "It Won't Be Long."
And then she croons like Elvis.
She clearly thinks it's cool.
And if we beg her not to
she just belts out, "Don't be Cruel."
She then does Michael Jackson.
It drives us nearly mad.
We have to cover up our ears
because she's singing, "Bad."
She winds up with The Wiggles
hoặc else a Barney song,
and, even worse, she tells us all
that we should sing along.
It's all my fault she does this.
I feel like such a fool.
I wish I'd never brought
my karaoke box to school.
She must know every song.
We ask her please to stop
but she just sings, "It Won't Be Long."
And then she croons like Elvis.
She clearly thinks it's cool.
And if we beg her not to
she just belts out, "Don't be Cruel."
She then does Michael Jackson.
It drives us nearly mad.
We have to cover up our ears
because she's singing, "Bad."
She winds up with The Wiggles
hoặc else a Barney song,
and, even worse, she tells us all
that we should sing along.
It's all my fault she does this.
I feel like such a fool.
I wish I'd never brought
my karaoke box to school.
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I miss you
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Mất tích in the cold world
Do bạn miss me?
I miss you
Does another little girl tình yêu you?
I kinda hope so
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I am sorry for leaving you
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Do bạn hate me?
I don't hate you
Mommy says to get over you
But I cry and say I want you
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Do bạn still cry for me?
I still cry for you
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I never wanna grow up
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Do bạn still cry "Mama" for me?
Because I still cry "Baby" for you
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I'm sorry for dropping you
I'm sorry for losing you
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Mommy bought me a new one
But she still isn't as fun like you
Santa will bạn bring her back to me?
Will bạn bọc her in a bow all nice and pretty?
Clean her up and make her nice?
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I pray every night for you
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I know bạn will come back to me soon.
Baby Doll
I miss you
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Mất tích in the cold world
Do bạn miss me?
I miss you
Does another little girl tình yêu you?
I kinda hope so
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I am sorry for leaving you
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Do bạn hate me?
I don't hate you
Mommy says to get over you
But I cry and say I want you
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Do bạn still cry for me?
I still cry for you
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I never wanna grow up
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Do bạn still cry "Mama" for me?
Because I still cry "Baby" for you
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I'm sorry for dropping you
I'm sorry for losing you
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Mommy bought me a new one
But she still isn't as fun like you
Santa will bạn bring her back to me?
Will bạn bọc her in a bow all nice and pretty?
Clean her up and make her nice?
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I pray every night for you
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I know bạn will come back to me soon.
i always thought, and i always knew
i would end up here with you
i was a restless wanderer on a distant path
bạn were a lonely dreamer with a broken laugh
i would go anywhere the road would lead
my hopes and dreams is all that i would need
i don't need a house hoặc fancy cars
i would rather sleep underneath the stars
bạn didn't have much to call your own
but what a lovely smile on your face shown
bạn đã đưa ý kiến your chance at tình yêu had past bạn by
i told I'm here so don't bạn cry
our lives were like the pieces of a broken heart
now that we're together what a life could start
there was magic in the air that night
everything was moving at the speed of light
bạn were like my Juliet and i your romeo
bạn tình yêu me i tình yêu bạn that's all i need to know
no longer will bạn dream of tình yêu that's true
no longer will i wander my tìm kiếm has led to you
hoa hồng are red.
Violets are blue.
Creative juices aren't flowing into my brain.
To create that electrical spark.
That makes the light bulb go blink.
Should the verses rhythm.
This poem is not sublime.
What the heck am I doing?
All I know is that hoa hồng are red.
And violets are indeed blue.
--
Just a poem I wrote for a school project that I thought was good and funny enough to share with the rest of bạn guys. I hope bạn somewhat enjoyed it. Thanks for đọc regardless, and have a delightful, magical day. Cheers yo.
Violets are blue.
Creative juices aren't flowing into my brain.
To create that electrical spark.
That makes the light bulb go blink.
Should the verses rhythm.
This poem is not sublime.
What the heck am I doing?
All I know is that hoa hồng are red.
And violets are indeed blue.
--
Just a poem I wrote for a school project that I thought was good and funny enough to share with the rest of bạn guys. I hope bạn somewhat enjoyed it. Thanks for đọc regardless, and have a delightful, magical day. Cheers yo.
Roses and red and violets are blue.
One small crack, just one comment
It only took one day
To convince her life had a price
A cost she couldn't pay
Happiness was priced too high
Hopes dashed, she turned away
Esteem it took years to build
Torn down in one day
Years later, she still believes
What caused her mind to fray
She thinks she is not enough
And so she wastes away
Finally someone notices
Her life changes that day
Someone hiển thị that they care
Three words is all they say
Simple words she needs to hear
They ask, "Are bạn okay?"
~an original poem bởi me~
~check out me and thêm of my thi ca and nghề viết văn at quotev.com/sliverofstarlight~
It only took one day
To convince her life had a price
A cost she couldn't pay
Happiness was priced too high
Hopes dashed, she turned away
Esteem it took years to build
Torn down in one day
Years later, she still believes
What caused her mind to fray
She thinks she is not enough
And so she wastes away
Finally someone notices
Her life changes that day
Someone hiển thị that they care
Three words is all they say
Simple words she needs to hear
They ask, "Are bạn okay?"
~an original poem bởi me~
~check out me and thêm of my thi ca and nghề viết văn at quotev.com/sliverofstarlight~
