Biology Boy

 

She’s drawing abstract on her notes,

Not worried a bit about Chemistry,

Because all she can think about is the boy,

She passed by in Biology.

 

If she had more courage and less fear,

Her name would come with a smile and wink,

Because the girl she wants to be,

Doesn’t care what people think.

 

But she sees his blue eyes and falters,

Her mouth stumbling on familiar ground,

That she can make witty jokes on,

Without him around.

 

So she just smiles and doodles,

Because she has learned enough about Chemistry,

From the boy that she sees every day,

As she passes Biology.

You say the stars are too far away,

And for me to look lower,

But let me tell you the story of a girl,

Who never believed what people told her.

She was born bathed in sunlight,

With sparksĀ  in her eyes and dots on her skin,

She was fearless and brave,

With a world within.

She made a rocket out of paper,

With words dribbled in black ink,

Shooting the stars a message,

“I’m starting to care what people think.”

She was growing up and learning,

And hearing the whispers in the hall,

The stars peered down in pity,

“I don’t belong in this world at all.”

So one day she decided,

She would disappear from it,

And so she sunk into the stars,

To hopefully forget.

We always remember our first love,

No matter the date,

Because the moment we met them,

We knew it was fate.

 

 

You said you loved me today,

And I felt myself sadden,

Because I knew I would probably,

Not hear it from you again.

 

Saying that is a commitment,

One I don’t think you know,

Because most of the people who say that to me,

In the end always go.

 

You said it bravely and casual,

As if you were born with the phrase,

But I am afraid to say it back,

Because you might leave one of these days.

 

You might figure out I’m hard,

Quirky, weird, and complicated,

But “I love you,”

You still said.

 

 

 

Honey you cannot control his heart,

And change what is in the past,

But you can learn from all of it,

Make things now last.

 

 

Can we talk one last time?

I promise I won’t say what I want to,

Or cry because you are leaving,

And I love you.

 

I just want to look into your green eyes,

And see what I find there,

Because selfishly my heart wants,

To see that you still care.

 

For me to convince you,

That you should stay with me,

Instead of going off,

And becomming free.