Rain Storms

Pitter-patter,
On the roof,
Trickling down
Into my heart.

Water, water
Everywhere
But not a drop
To drink.

And do I care?
No,
But if there should be
A day where you and I
Dance in the downpour,
I think I shall find
A time when I care even less.

Tomorrow

Just you wait.
I am so excited.
And for Saturday as well.

Allons-y
My dearie,
It's on to another adventure

Asked Me to Prom

So,
You asked me to prom
With chocolate cake.

Yum.

Yes of course.
If you asked,
I'd go with you
To the ends of the earth.
You the brains,
I'm the face of the operation,
And together
We can show this puny planet
What a REAL dictatorshi-

I mean,
I love the cake.
Of course I'll go to prom
With you!

Burn

I just want to burn
Something.
Anything.
To see it cackle
And spark.
I'm no pyromaniac
But I am troubled.

Ashes in the air
Aren't ashes in my hair.

I just want
To set something on
Fire.

Because shrapnel
Makes a ticking bomb
Go BOOM.

You worry me,
You do.
So be wise
Don't compromise
Your health
For another's happiness.

Even for mine.

The Road to Choreography

It's paved with awkward
Sights, the road to choreography.
And it's so funny

Buffalo Sauce

My dad's a master
In the kitchen.
Butterflied chicken,
Covered in bread crumbs
And buffalo sauce.

So much goodness,
I came up with
The perfect measurement
Of how spicy I like my food:

"I want my taste buds screaming.
Half fan-girl screams,
The other half
'Ah! an axe-murderer!'"