So, as you probably know, I have been neglecting my blog for quite some time, but not anymore. Why? Because I got bored. I will also be changing the name to observations of a wallflower, just because I loved "The Perks of Being a Wallflower." To restart, here's a new poem. :)
I met a boy with eyes like fire
No matter what it burned higher and higher
Everyone fanned the too tall flames
They made him play their stupid games
I got myself burned, he didn't mean to though
I said it was alright, but he said no
He pushed me away and kept burning
While I stood by uneasy and churning
He burned himself up until the fire was out
It all ended with a cry and a shout
When it was gone there was someone new
His eyes where like ice, a cold cold blue
He smirked at me, the same crooked look
I swear for a minute the ground shook
He's the same, yet not at all
He still won't catch me if I fall
He may still not be totally right
But there will always be that light
Sometimes I miss the heat
I miss my frantic pounding heartbeat
I met a boy with fire in his eyes
But at one point I watch the fire die.
Aw! So sad, and yet beautiful. Wish I met someone who could make me feel like this. Make me feel something. Anything.
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