The Magical Notepad

Poser. Loser. Gone.
Words on my window, forever forgotten.
Needless to say, how I felt back then.
Will never forget all those feelings.
People shy. Camera friendly. Rotten.
Full stop's can't fill in my commas.
Hanging on the edge of everything I was back then.
It was less than twenty-four months. Life without friends.

Growing. Peaceful. Letters. Movies. Feel.
Avoiding all those songs I that I played, on the way to school.
Afraid of anything, resembling dramatic art.
As though drama in itself would trigger an arrow through my heart
I don't want to befriend her; girl with head bowed down and icy face
Yet, I need to reconcile with her to move on from this place. 

Lover. Writer. Freedom Fighter. Suffer. Inky mess.
I ask you to erase this distance.
I ask you to be a little selfless.
You and I, there is talking to do.
You and I, make room for this movement.
Don't complain.
This place, is our home now.

The time will come when you will take your bow.