I write
A symphony
Of you
And me

We sing
Our symphony
Colors and sounds
Float through the trees

Symphony
Red and blue
Make a purple symphony

I'm
bored
There's
not
much
to
do
Except watch the TV,
muck around,
write a story
make some sound
There's
not
much
to
do
Except sing a song,
dance a dance,
draw a picture,
go ship Klance

Closer and Closer
I watch as my hand touched yours,
You didn’t flinch,
But i know you’ll only like me in a platonic way.
I wish we weren't pulled apart,
I wish i didn’t argue and hiss,
I wish we weren't rivals from the start.
You’re eyes are violent and deep, a storm trapped inside a person.
The pieces of you I tease, are my way of hiding what I love.
Your hair, your anger…
It’s easier to simply forget, to not remember you’re human too.
To hide that time we bonded, that time you held me, the smile you so rarely flash…