Young Writers Society

If you wrote a story about us, then our relationship is robust.
I love you secretly, even though rage is packed in you neatly.
You love me secretly, even though my rage is packed in neatly.
Me loving you is like red liking blue.
If you lost your shoe I would not come to your house at 12 o clock due.
Though you,unlike your friend would not be the one to stick me on a chair,with devil glue.
It is a love and hate relation,one that could change the dullness on my life situation.
If you could choose were to go,you would choose hot over cold.
I would search for gold, but you say that adventure is just too old.
Even then we still have to stuff that is the same.
We both write stories and poems,about about how lovers live and blame.
Darling, our love is just like a game.

I say at the end of an exhausting day.
To all my friends who are here to stay.
Hoist the party in the air.
Whether you're in your chair or underwear.
Hoist the party in the air, the angels will not care.
Well play hide and sneak in the heavens.
Well get to a large cloud party at seven were girls come in the elevens.
Dance until you can't dance no more, to were you're breathing is poor.
When it's all over well come back to the ground and fall asleep without a sound.
Hoist the party in the air, the angels will not care.

I really hate Twilight, with lover vampires that bite.
These characters make Dracula feel UN-right and if he was still alive he'll kill them in spite.
Though to fans this would just not seem right.
Vampires and werewolves don't fight,they just sit and sip tea eventually,
take it from me.
Though humans and vampires will always sneer. It is like mixing hot chips with root beer.
So when my girlfriend asks me to a premiere, I say she can kiss my rear.
Cause dear
I am not watching Twilight at all!

If every morning I could see your face, I would.
If I could hold your hand, I would.
I am simply in love with someone unreal, made perfectly.
So sorry to say so.
Cause I know this relationship will not go.
So sorry to say so, but reality let me go.
I desperately aim to become a drawing.
Some people would say this is desperately awning.
How someone can love someone so unreal is applauding.
Somewhere in the universe is a girl wanting,longing for me.
Though the universe is not a nice sea.

I waited for the bus.
And debated on going back for you.
I want to save you, but I know its true, I need help saving you.
From that place of odd heart ache, were they make bloody pancakes.
Of torment and despair, of grown up care takers that do not care.
Whether if you choke on your overflowing hair and ascend to mid air.
Were only the small ones have a hope, and older ones can only cope.
I wished you made it down that rope.
Though I have hope,that orphanage will go up in flames.

I do anything I want.
I'll eat any croissant.
I'll marry me some girls with big rumps.
Presidents shall learn one day not to mess with the Trumps.
I make a fool of myself on TV, the biggest fool in history.
There is a mystery, why do I do it?
I don't care even if many people call me a fool for spit.
In the end I get what I deserve, and finally get off of that poor person's nerves.

If you feel sick, way too quick, then you have taken too much ice cream licks.
I just want too eat, to get over the defeat.
I thought I was going to die when someone neat came.
Why are you in shame?
In response, I reply the orphanage depleted my happiness supply.
If I ever stop the feeling of crying and be happy, I'd be lying.
I follow this man, who makes no demands.
He opens up metal doors with both hands.
There is a crew of escapees, with their leader,Marue.

I confess, I did help that model undress.
Out of that pink, yet floral, yet beautiful dress.
Yes,yes, I confess I been on the wrong side of the law,
to some mental or genetic flaw.
Unlike all the other girl's I've loved, this one blew me away.
I would be happy to just go to jail to day.
Cause all the love steals I made, went up in a grenade,when I loved her.
I never, ever want to leave this blue flower scented room,ever.
Too bad, she won't want me for me, possibly.
I left that run empty handily.
Though her life didn't go on like she wanted thankfully.
Her husband wanted out, and he did shout.
My life of past is over, but I shall not pout.
Cause I confess, she is sleeping next to me, undoubtedly.

Prepare to be confused,confuzzled and slap in the face.
Prepare to run away from a black hole,
cause it is a dangerous race to simply survive in this horrible classroom.
A classroom lead by a horrible horned lady that rides to work on a broom.
Her crazy and nonsensical ways, would give a nobel winner pains.
Don't plead to your parents cause the won't help, blind to her craziness their selves.
She rolls out those projects by the thousands,oh the stupidity, too bad she doesn't have elves.
So if you see a woman that looks a bit dazed, you'll be amazed
on how far you can run.
I you have a assignment from her, I would let it burn in the sun.