Bad poetry I wrote as a teenager, Volume VIII
Chris Gallup. My 8th grade boyfriend. Oh, how I loved Chris Gallup, who I met at Rollerama. He taught me how to skate backward. Mrs. F had it bad for his best friend, and the four of us, together, were an unstoppable force on the roller rink. Three months later, I dumped him for First Love. I wrote this when I still thought he was my soul mate. Thank God I never gave it to him.
You the sun and I the rain
If separated, the sun will shine
And in turn, dry everything of life
Alone, the rain will darken every day
And in turn, drown life with cold tears
If united, the sun will brighten the days
While the rain replenishes life
And this perfect union forms a rainbow
Beautiful to my eyes
And precious to my heart
You have no idea how red my face is right now. Here's Volume VII.
