Thanks for looking at me
Even though it didn't last
Your memory I'll cherish
Til the day I turn to dust.

If only I could fly to mars,
And embrace the title ”First teenager to set foot on mars',
I'd set an example for my peers that nothing can stop us from doing wonders,

If only I had money,
I'd build an orphanage,
And educate every kid to lead a comfortable life,

If only I had power,
I'd stand as a representative,
And improve and lead our nation towards betterment,

If only I had guts,
I'd go and take part in wars to exterminate terrorism,
Rather than sitting here and writing my heart out.

I laid there with you
And we watched your phone ring
Time after time
These girls kept calling

We laid there all night
And we counted the stars
But each time we got to ten
We had to start over

Because these girls kept interrupting
Don't they know your mine at night?
They can have you tomorrow
When the moon fades away and gives permission to the light

Under the moon your kisses are mine
They must wait their turn
I have stolen your heart, therefore you give me your nights
Their place, they must earn.

In whispers I hear the voices of past

So very loud once, I thought they would last

In shadows I see the loved ones I knew

But the clearest of all is the shadow of you

I can still feel your touch, with eyes closed and mind still

As if heaven allows my heart now to fill

The gift of your love was so strong but so brief

The love in my heart has turned now to grief

Since I've been writing, its been just great

Except for the one thing that I surely do hate

My family says that, I am speaking in rhyme

Not just right now, but all of the time

I can not simply, just ask for the juice

Without a poor imitation of the great Dr. Suess

But wait, on my site, there is prose, so you say

Oh, I was much younger when I wrote it that way

Help me, help me, tell me what can I do?

Surely this problem has happened to you

I just had a thought, not a thought, just a flicker

You could have answered, but I guess I was quicker

I'll think of a word that never can rhyme

And start using that word, all of the time

I know there's a word, I once heard from a fellow

I think it's a color but not red, blue, or yellow

I hope it's not pink, cause that would sure stink

I wish it was gray, I've been rhyming all day

I know you think orange, except that rhymes with sporange

And a mountain in Wales, that a poet named Blorenge

Until I stubbed my big toe, I used to think purple,

And now I can't walk, instead I just hirple

It sure would be gold if the color was silver

But that **** little lamb, also known as a chilver

There's no hope for me, I've been rhyming all month

I'm sure you can see, that I'm totally ??????

Yeah!

this "story" is only a chapter within the book of lies, babe.