I chose her an engagement ring,
From the aisle near pick n' mix.
She said no.
And that's a blow.
Especially when you're six.

There's an island paradise,
Lined with English trees,
Fountains splash into the air,
Bushes hum with bees.

Children play upon the grass,
Ducks join in their game,
And there upon a wooden bench,
Are two dates and a name.

I don't know your story,
Or why you passed away,
I'm just sad you had to go,
Before your thirteenth day.

Sometimes I feel like I'm made of glass.
An easily shattered soul ready to break.
I still don't know how much I can take.
I wait for something to happen everyday in class.

I want to learn something.
I need to learn an important life lesson.
After winter I wait through the year as the grass goes cresson.
I think about all the time I spend on nothing.

As this goes on I'm very dull.
I become boring and zoned.
Everyone assumes I'm just calm and toned.
But really I am just feeling null.

I try to build my up my glass walls.
I try to be made of stone.
I want to sit on a nice throne.
Awaiting as it all falls.