Dashing through the halls
With teachers up my a$$
I have to take a test
I rlly hope you pass
This school is actually hell
I can't even spell
You get to class right now, you wanna make the bell
JINGLE BELLS
**** OURSELVES
HIT ME WITH A SLEIGH
I'M SO DONE
THIS ISN'T FUN
THERE GOES MY GPA

The way you speak, brings joy to my head
Heals all the bad memories I witnessed
For you, I must love
Protect
Fight
You are the one
My only
Without you
I couldn't do a single thing
You and me being apart
Is like separating
Buttons from your cloak
Makes no sense
Which is why
We should never be apart
For you
O I ask for your hand
For your heart, you may be careful
As it had already dropped and shattered
O may you not do the same and be very careful
It is fragile you see
I love you my darling

Trashbags

At seven he had already moved more times than the total number of years he had been on this Earth
And this time, like the times before it, he moved with his belongings in a trashbag. Stolen clothes, stolen belongings.
A suitcase, at least, would have added a small degree of dignity, and confidence to the whole affair - to being "placed" in another and another and yet another foster home before reaching 3rd grade
Trash Bags break,  you know
Trash Bags can't possibly support the contents of any life, and certainly not a life as fragile as this