Poetry HidesDoes poetry hide in the boxes full of paper under my bed that are asking to be discovered?
Poetry is like the school building calling to me when I stand in front of it with my friends talking
Poetry hides in the books that are on my book shelf that are calling me to read them
Does poetry hide in the new shirt that I bought a week ago telling me to wear it already?
Poetry is like my iPod yelling at me when I dont listen to it
Poetry hides in the bus telling me that you are late when I miss it
The End for NowWe always knew that it'd come to this
All the things that we went through
We dont know what to do or say now
Maybe cause were scared or not
So to end it all Ill just say good bye
Cause its the right thing to do
Even though its not the happy ending we pictured
Its what we need for now
Maybe well meet again in the long road
But for now its the end