I've always liked movies, ever since I was little. If I started watching a movie, and I left before it was over, you'd better watch out 'cause I would (and still probably will) get raging mad. I was the kid that sat in front of the TV and watched the lamest kids movies, now of course I know better. After the movie was done, I'd rewind it (back in the day of video tapes) and sometimes, if mom would let me, and sometimes even if she didn't, watch it again.
I took a class last semester, the best class I've ever taken so far, Survey of Classic American Films. Basically the class was this, watch a movie then analyze it. SO MUCH FUN!!!!!!
We watched Marx Brother's John Wayne, Alfred Hitchcock, Gone with the Wind, Wizard of Oz, On the Waterfront, Citizen Kane, Some like it Hot Casablanca and countless others.
Most of the films were classics —you could've got that from the title of the class— so most of them were 1930s, 1940s and 1950s. Those films were the films that defined film.
Where would we be without Citizen Kane? A lot of people don't realize this, but Citizen Kane broke the wave. Until then movies, didn't have much variations of camera angles. Plot-lines went from beginning to end, they didn't skip around. This movie changed all that.
Even movies that today are out-dated like King Kong (the first one ever made) without the horrific clay-animation. Or Wizard of Oz's flying monkeys and horse of many colors, we wouldn't have the Special Effects we do now.
Movies like Casablanca who didn't give film a novel idea in the way it was filmed. Yet somehow the film has been named a classic and, on most lists in the top five best movies ever. The everyday themes of love and war, good and evil. The script contains some of the most remembered movie quotes. Where would we be without "Here's looking at you kid"?
The point I'm trying to make in all this mess is this, if this is how films were started, with some of the best ever, where did it fall? Now I'm not saying that all the movies made in modern day are terrible, but it seems like they're all the same story. There's nothing new. There's are hardly any modern classics.
Like I said, not all films in the past ten years are terrible, just look at Lord of the Rings, but most of them have almost lost their luster. They don't have the art the early film did. You also, in some films, have to rake through a lot muck, before you can find the treasure at the bottom.
Let's take comedies for example in the early day you had comedies like "Duck Soup" and "The Philadelphia Story" I know there are several others, these are just some of the ones I've seen. All the jokes are funny... and clean. *Gasp* you can't make a comedy without profanity and dirty jokes, well apparently you can. And more importantly, these are comedies that considered classic. Now there is another comedy, "Some like it Hot" that contain... a few, unnecessary items, however, if all the films we watched now even lowered it down that far, I'd brake out into a Hallelujah chorus.
Once again, a lot of films lacked the luster they once had. I understand that once you go into over 80 years of a business it can be hard to create novelty, by that time everything already has been done, but that doesn't explain the fact that the art is dying away for some. Some still create amazing cinematography, acting, script, and direction, for the others, I'm afraid their only motivation is the money they make. That is not what Film was for, film is art. It's to be created so that people are supposed to enjoy.
I don't really have much of a sum-up for all this, it's really just me venting at how incompetent and stupid people can be (and I'll stop there). How much I wish for the "Golden Age of Film" to return to show us, once again, the magic of motion pictures.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
Little Suzy went to school,
The teachers taught her everything.
They also told Suzy to remember it all
(In case she had a test or something).
So Suzy learned about Spanish,
And all kinds of mathematics,
Chemistry and Physics,
And of course grammatics.
She learned about the cultures of the world,
As well as Economy and History,
And don't forget P.E. and Health,
Computers and Physcology.
So Suzy sat and learned all day,
Kept all the information in her head.
She didn't know the consequences,
She just did what the teachers said.
Well, this is what happened to Suzy,
Eventually her head started to ache
From all the things she kept inside
She just couldn't seem to get a brake
From all of the teachings she was taught.
Oh, she told her teachers her problem,
But they didn't take take heed.
They didn't listen,
They failed to see the need.
Suzy shouted to them,
"I can't take anymore!"
She started her tantrum
"It's worse than an overstocked store,
How do I get rid of this surplus?
You can't delete stuff from your cranium!"
Nobody listened
They just didn't see,
What the problem was,
And what it was going to be.
One night Suzy was studying,
Trying to stuff more things in it,
And that what stopped it,
That's what did it.
That one last item she tried to cram,
It didn't work, but it did her in,
And her head went KABAM!
Her brain just exploded,
The reason of course,
It was too overloaded.
Nobody listened
And it brought Suzy demise.
The teachers, of course,
Were very surprised.
No one before her
Had ever died,
From filling a brain
That was undersized.
Needless to say,
It was a lesson for Education,
That tests can be fatal
So to avoid the whole situation,
Of death by explosion
Tests really should be eluded completely.
The teachers taught her everything.
They also told Suzy to remember it all
(In case she had a test or something).
So Suzy learned about Spanish,
And all kinds of mathematics,
Chemistry and Physics,
And of course grammatics.
She learned about the cultures of the world,
As well as Economy and History,
And don't forget P.E. and Health,
Computers and Physcology.
So Suzy sat and learned all day,
Kept all the information in her head.
She didn't know the consequences,
She just did what the teachers said.
Well, this is what happened to Suzy,
Eventually her head started to ache
From all the things she kept inside
She just couldn't seem to get a brake
From all of the teachings she was taught.
Oh, she told her teachers her problem,
But they didn't take take heed.
They didn't listen,
They failed to see the need.
Suzy shouted to them,
"I can't take anymore!"
She started her tantrum
"It's worse than an overstocked store,
How do I get rid of this surplus?
You can't delete stuff from your cranium!"
Nobody listened
They just didn't see,
What the problem was,
And what it was going to be.
One night Suzy was studying,
Trying to stuff more things in it,
And that what stopped it,
That's what did it.
That one last item she tried to cram,
It didn't work, but it did her in,
And her head went KABAM!
Her brain just exploded,
The reason of course,
It was too overloaded.
Nobody listened
And it brought Suzy demise.
The teachers, of course,
Were very surprised.
No one before her
Had ever died,
From filling a brain
That was undersized.
Needless to say,
It was a lesson for Education,
That tests can be fatal
So to avoid the whole situation,
Of death by explosion
Tests really should be eluded completely.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Amy's Magic Scarf
Far away in a place that is known to some, but rather few, there lived a girl named Amy. One day Amy received a scarf. I’m not certain if she found the scarf and bought or if it was given to her by a friend, but nonetheless it was a scarf. However, this was no ordinary scarf. I spent many months trying to research the origins and I soon came to the conclusion that the scarf had a long diverse history.
The scarf was made by a tailor in India. Some said that he also was a magician, for the clothes he made never wore or tore and were always clean, never wrinkled. The tailor, of course, knew no magic; he just knew how to make clothes in a special way that kept well. Sadly the tailor died—in an elephant accident— before he could teach anyone his special ways of clothes making, which is why today our clothes are always in need of constant repair.
When the tailor died his unsold clothing passed on to his friend who was a sheik. The Sheik—I’m not sure what his name was— had no desire to keep all the tailors clothes, but neither did he want to get rid of them, after all they were from his dear dead friend. So he stuffed them in a forgotten room in the corner of his palace, now known as the Taj Mahal.
Then like his friend, the Sheik also died, however it was in a croquet accident, not one involving an elephant. The clothes, including the scarf were removed from the room and put in a cart to sell at the market. However, when the servants were moving the clothes, the scarf fell out and was found by a poor beggar boy.
The beggar boy once lost it in the Indian Ocean and it was picked up a fisherman. The fisherman gave it to his sister. His sister gave it to her cousin’s uncle’s daughter’s niece, who gave it to either her second-cousin’s aunt or her aunt’s second-cousin. Here is where the scarf’s history remains a mystery. Somewhere along it’s past it came to America and ended up in the possession of Amy, which is the most important thing. Along with the fact that Amy did not know it was magic. And considering that this is the story of how she came to know of it and how she used its powers to make the world a better place let’s get this story going shall we?
Amy, as I said lived in a far away place, but even people in the most far away places enjoyed traveling to even farther destinations, and Amy was no exception. In the cold month of February—at least it is in the northern hemisphere where our story takes place— Amy decided to travel to an even colder part of the world known as Field Springs. In the month of February the field was the farthest thing from springy in fact quite the opposite, it was snowy. The snow was the reason Amy was traveling to that frozen country, the church youth group she participated in was going there for a trip and so was Amy.
The trip there was long and the road was long and windy as if it had built by someone obsessed with slinkies. Amy’s companion, Kaylee got very nauseated, but before Kaylee threw up her lunch, they arrived at Field Springs.
The rest of the day was spent unpacking and running around the campground there, she was with junior highers so there was a lot of energy to burn. And because everyone burned so much energy they all sleep peacefully through the night.
In the morning they loaded up on the bus and went to a sledding hill. Amy and Kaylee stayed behind, you see Amy had bad knees, —don’t ask why, she just did, genetic stuff you know— and Kaylee had Over-reactive airways. (A terrible, terrible disease) So going down a giant hill and walking back up proved very strenuous for the both of them and they both decided that it would be better if they just remained at the campground.
Well, Amy isn’t one that enjoys “hanging around” for a long, and neither is Kaylee for that matter. Before anyone could stop them —if anyone had been there to do so —they had on their snow clothes, Amy her scarf and they were out the door.
I don’t why they chose to take a hike in the snow, but they did. Both of them enjoyed it immensely, until it happened. Kaylee walked away for a little bit to take a picture and the lighting was better over there than on the trail. However, underneath the snow where Kaylee stood was ice, and at that particular moment it decided to break.
Without warning Kaylee disappeared from Amy’s eyesight and yelled. Thinking fast, Amy lied down on the snow and inched towards Kaylee. She undid her scarf and threw it too Kaylee but it was too short, she tried to crawl closer, but the ice started to crack beneath her so she stopped. Please, she thought pleading to scarf, just a little longer. Much to her disbelief to scarf extended to just the right length.
“Grab my scarf,” she yelled to Kaylee, then said to herself, Please be strong enough. Once again the scarf obeyed her request.
Amy helped Kaylee back to the main lodge of the campground and Kaylee took a hot shower to warm up. As Kaylee showered, Amy built a fire. When she was done she picked up her scarf to warm it up, she noticed it looked much shorter and definitely not strong enough to pull someone out of icy water. Then she had a thought, “Grow longer!” she commanded the scarf, and of course, it grew longer. And that is how Amy discovered her scarf was magic.
If I wanted to, I could tell about the rest of the trip, but I don’t, for this story, if you noticed, is entitled Amy’s Magic Scarf and that is what I intended to write about. If you wish to know the rest of Amy’s trip read the book entitled Amy’s trip to Field Spring, and as far as I know there is no such book written. So you’ll have to stick with this story, my apologizes.
Over the next few months Amy spent a lot of time seeing what her scarf could do and found it could grow longer, stronger, and change shape. After that, Amy was hardly ever without her scarf. Amy used her scarf many times, but the next time that it changed the course of this story is when she was in Portland.
Once again it was on a youth group trip. This time they traveled to Portland for Acquire the Fire, a big event that is hard to explain, so I won’t (however, this is a really exciting, awesome, amazing, fun event, make no mistake about that).
Late at night Amy and the group of people she was with were traveling from the Portland Coliseum, where the event took place to their hotel. All of a sudden there were many shouts and a man ran through their massive mob of people.
“Stop that man!” shouted a policeman running after him. So, Amy did, she held her scarf threw it like a whip; the end entangled itself around the legs of the running man and he fell to the ground. The policeman handcuffed him, “Thank you, whoever threw that scarf.” Everyone pointed at Amy, “Thank you miss, you did your country a great service.”
“Oh, it was nothing,” said Amy. The policeman led the man, who the police had been trying to catch for sometime, away to his police car.
Now this wouldn’t be all that important if an F.B.I. agent hadn’t been watching the whole thing. He noticed the scarf’s length change, which no one else seemed to. The agent thought to himself, With that scarf she would be able to help in so many ways. Of course, being an F.B.I. agent he was quickly able to find out who Amy was and this is how Amy and her scarf went on their biggest adventure.
The time at which this story takes place, the oceans were pillaged by a group of Somalia pirates. Somalia, if you don’t know, is a country off the coast of Eastern Africa, near the Arabian Sea. Anyway, these pirates caused much trouble for everyone. They stole all kinds of boats and even a Saudi Arabian Oil-Tanker, which in those times was more valuable than gold.
So this agent that found Amy, his name was John Casey— whose name has been changed to protect the agent— contacted Amy, and to make a long story shorter, convinced Amy to meet him with other agents, to talk with her about helping them. And to make a rather long and boring conversation short and to the point, Amy agreed to help them. The mission: to stop and arrest the Somalia pirates.
I don’t know if you have ever had to stop a group of trouble-making pirates, but if you think it is an easy task, you obviously haven’t because it is a rather difficult, even if you have a magic scarf. Since Amy scarf’s powers didn’t include a GPS of naughty pirates, it took her a relatively long time to find them, even with government help. However, this proved to be a good thing, for it gave Amy and John Casey —who was helping her on the mission— time to formulate a plan. So, when they found the pirates they had a perfect plan.
The ship they were traveling on was disguised as an Oil-Tanker, the very type of ship the pirates loved, Somalia pirate candy to be precise. Just as they— John Casey and Amy— had hoped they fell for the trap hook, line and sinker, even though neither ship was ever sunk.
The pirates quickly boarded the boat; some of the crew was up on the deck fighting them, including John Casey. Below deck, underneath the fighting feet of the pirates was an army, courtesy of the United States government. As the pirates fought on the main deck Amy and the army climbed into a few boats and went around, on to the pirate’s ship. When they arrived to the pirate ship, some soldiers threw ropes on to the rail to climb on the deck, Amy threw her scarf.
They all climbed fast and were met with pirates as they arrived on the deck. There was a brief pause, then the fighting broke out. Amy wielded her scarf, while others used various guns and knives.
One pirate came to her with a giant machine gun, but she whipped her scarf around the gun, the gun flew into the pirates face, knocking him and the gun to the ground.
Once while fighting, Amy saw one of her soldiers, fighting a pirate by the rail of the ship, the soldier was almost pushed overboard by the pirate. Amy ran to the rescue, she whipped her scarf in the pirates face, and he fell overboard, along with the soldier. Amy threw the scarf—while holding on the other end, of course— to the falling soldier, who caught it. Amy then pulled the soldier back to the safety of the deck, well safe aside from all the fighting.
Soon Amy was back flinging her scarf around taking down pirates left, right, from the front and from behind. Eventually the fighting was done on the pirate’s ship; Amy hung her scarf around her neck and proceeded to leave the ship. A few of the soldiers stayed behind to keep the order of the ship, so if any of the surviving pirates wanted to try anything they’d have someone to deal with.
Amy was considered an international hero for defeating the pirates, although the secret of the magic scarf was kept, until someone decided to do an investigation. The man was a circus master; he found Amy and offered her one million dollars for the scarf—he thought it would be a wonderful addition to his circus. Amy wanted to go to South Africa to be a missionary, one million dollars was more than enough money.
However, Amy could not part with the scarf. It had become a piece of her and had saved many lives; to leave it would be unthinkable. The circus master was horribly upset at Amy, but she was one who didn’t give a penny for what someone else thought— even though most thoughts are thought to be worth a penny. Fortunately Amy’s friend Kaylee had become a screenwriter and Kaylee provided enough funds for Amy to go to Africa.
Amy lived in South Africa for many years and she still used her scarf for various occasions, but by far the most elaborate and exciting was the incident with the pirates. After all, how many people can say they defeated a group of Somalia pirates?
The scarf was made by a tailor in India. Some said that he also was a magician, for the clothes he made never wore or tore and were always clean, never wrinkled. The tailor, of course, knew no magic; he just knew how to make clothes in a special way that kept well. Sadly the tailor died—in an elephant accident— before he could teach anyone his special ways of clothes making, which is why today our clothes are always in need of constant repair.
When the tailor died his unsold clothing passed on to his friend who was a sheik. The Sheik—I’m not sure what his name was— had no desire to keep all the tailors clothes, but neither did he want to get rid of them, after all they were from his dear dead friend. So he stuffed them in a forgotten room in the corner of his palace, now known as the Taj Mahal.
Then like his friend, the Sheik also died, however it was in a croquet accident, not one involving an elephant. The clothes, including the scarf were removed from the room and put in a cart to sell at the market. However, when the servants were moving the clothes, the scarf fell out and was found by a poor beggar boy.
The beggar boy once lost it in the Indian Ocean and it was picked up a fisherman. The fisherman gave it to his sister. His sister gave it to her cousin’s uncle’s daughter’s niece, who gave it to either her second-cousin’s aunt or her aunt’s second-cousin. Here is where the scarf’s history remains a mystery. Somewhere along it’s past it came to America and ended up in the possession of Amy, which is the most important thing. Along with the fact that Amy did not know it was magic. And considering that this is the story of how she came to know of it and how she used its powers to make the world a better place let’s get this story going shall we?
Amy, as I said lived in a far away place, but even people in the most far away places enjoyed traveling to even farther destinations, and Amy was no exception. In the cold month of February—at least it is in the northern hemisphere where our story takes place— Amy decided to travel to an even colder part of the world known as Field Springs. In the month of February the field was the farthest thing from springy in fact quite the opposite, it was snowy. The snow was the reason Amy was traveling to that frozen country, the church youth group she participated in was going there for a trip and so was Amy.
The trip there was long and the road was long and windy as if it had built by someone obsessed with slinkies. Amy’s companion, Kaylee got very nauseated, but before Kaylee threw up her lunch, they arrived at Field Springs.
The rest of the day was spent unpacking and running around the campground there, she was with junior highers so there was a lot of energy to burn. And because everyone burned so much energy they all sleep peacefully through the night.
In the morning they loaded up on the bus and went to a sledding hill. Amy and Kaylee stayed behind, you see Amy had bad knees, —don’t ask why, she just did, genetic stuff you know— and Kaylee had Over-reactive airways. (A terrible, terrible disease) So going down a giant hill and walking back up proved very strenuous for the both of them and they both decided that it would be better if they just remained at the campground.
Well, Amy isn’t one that enjoys “hanging around” for a long, and neither is Kaylee for that matter. Before anyone could stop them —if anyone had been there to do so —they had on their snow clothes, Amy her scarf and they were out the door.
I don’t why they chose to take a hike in the snow, but they did. Both of them enjoyed it immensely, until it happened. Kaylee walked away for a little bit to take a picture and the lighting was better over there than on the trail. However, underneath the snow where Kaylee stood was ice, and at that particular moment it decided to break.
Without warning Kaylee disappeared from Amy’s eyesight and yelled. Thinking fast, Amy lied down on the snow and inched towards Kaylee. She undid her scarf and threw it too Kaylee but it was too short, she tried to crawl closer, but the ice started to crack beneath her so she stopped. Please, she thought pleading to scarf, just a little longer. Much to her disbelief to scarf extended to just the right length.
“Grab my scarf,” she yelled to Kaylee, then said to herself, Please be strong enough. Once again the scarf obeyed her request.
Amy helped Kaylee back to the main lodge of the campground and Kaylee took a hot shower to warm up. As Kaylee showered, Amy built a fire. When she was done she picked up her scarf to warm it up, she noticed it looked much shorter and definitely not strong enough to pull someone out of icy water. Then she had a thought, “Grow longer!” she commanded the scarf, and of course, it grew longer. And that is how Amy discovered her scarf was magic.
If I wanted to, I could tell about the rest of the trip, but I don’t, for this story, if you noticed, is entitled Amy’s Magic Scarf and that is what I intended to write about. If you wish to know the rest of Amy’s trip read the book entitled Amy’s trip to Field Spring, and as far as I know there is no such book written. So you’ll have to stick with this story, my apologizes.
Over the next few months Amy spent a lot of time seeing what her scarf could do and found it could grow longer, stronger, and change shape. After that, Amy was hardly ever without her scarf. Amy used her scarf many times, but the next time that it changed the course of this story is when she was in Portland.
Once again it was on a youth group trip. This time they traveled to Portland for Acquire the Fire, a big event that is hard to explain, so I won’t (however, this is a really exciting, awesome, amazing, fun event, make no mistake about that).
Late at night Amy and the group of people she was with were traveling from the Portland Coliseum, where the event took place to their hotel. All of a sudden there were many shouts and a man ran through their massive mob of people.
“Stop that man!” shouted a policeman running after him. So, Amy did, she held her scarf threw it like a whip; the end entangled itself around the legs of the running man and he fell to the ground. The policeman handcuffed him, “Thank you, whoever threw that scarf.” Everyone pointed at Amy, “Thank you miss, you did your country a great service.”
“Oh, it was nothing,” said Amy. The policeman led the man, who the police had been trying to catch for sometime, away to his police car.
Now this wouldn’t be all that important if an F.B.I. agent hadn’t been watching the whole thing. He noticed the scarf’s length change, which no one else seemed to. The agent thought to himself, With that scarf she would be able to help in so many ways. Of course, being an F.B.I. agent he was quickly able to find out who Amy was and this is how Amy and her scarf went on their biggest adventure.
The time at which this story takes place, the oceans were pillaged by a group of Somalia pirates. Somalia, if you don’t know, is a country off the coast of Eastern Africa, near the Arabian Sea. Anyway, these pirates caused much trouble for everyone. They stole all kinds of boats and even a Saudi Arabian Oil-Tanker, which in those times was more valuable than gold.
So this agent that found Amy, his name was John Casey— whose name has been changed to protect the agent— contacted Amy, and to make a long story shorter, convinced Amy to meet him with other agents, to talk with her about helping them. And to make a rather long and boring conversation short and to the point, Amy agreed to help them. The mission: to stop and arrest the Somalia pirates.
I don’t know if you have ever had to stop a group of trouble-making pirates, but if you think it is an easy task, you obviously haven’t because it is a rather difficult, even if you have a magic scarf. Since Amy scarf’s powers didn’t include a GPS of naughty pirates, it took her a relatively long time to find them, even with government help. However, this proved to be a good thing, for it gave Amy and John Casey —who was helping her on the mission— time to formulate a plan. So, when they found the pirates they had a perfect plan.
The ship they were traveling on was disguised as an Oil-Tanker, the very type of ship the pirates loved, Somalia pirate candy to be precise. Just as they— John Casey and Amy— had hoped they fell for the trap hook, line and sinker, even though neither ship was ever sunk.
The pirates quickly boarded the boat; some of the crew was up on the deck fighting them, including John Casey. Below deck, underneath the fighting feet of the pirates was an army, courtesy of the United States government. As the pirates fought on the main deck Amy and the army climbed into a few boats and went around, on to the pirate’s ship. When they arrived to the pirate ship, some soldiers threw ropes on to the rail to climb on the deck, Amy threw her scarf.
They all climbed fast and were met with pirates as they arrived on the deck. There was a brief pause, then the fighting broke out. Amy wielded her scarf, while others used various guns and knives.
One pirate came to her with a giant machine gun, but she whipped her scarf around the gun, the gun flew into the pirates face, knocking him and the gun to the ground.
Once while fighting, Amy saw one of her soldiers, fighting a pirate by the rail of the ship, the soldier was almost pushed overboard by the pirate. Amy ran to the rescue, she whipped her scarf in the pirates face, and he fell overboard, along with the soldier. Amy threw the scarf—while holding on the other end, of course— to the falling soldier, who caught it. Amy then pulled the soldier back to the safety of the deck, well safe aside from all the fighting.
Soon Amy was back flinging her scarf around taking down pirates left, right, from the front and from behind. Eventually the fighting was done on the pirate’s ship; Amy hung her scarf around her neck and proceeded to leave the ship. A few of the soldiers stayed behind to keep the order of the ship, so if any of the surviving pirates wanted to try anything they’d have someone to deal with.
Amy was considered an international hero for defeating the pirates, although the secret of the magic scarf was kept, until someone decided to do an investigation. The man was a circus master; he found Amy and offered her one million dollars for the scarf—he thought it would be a wonderful addition to his circus. Amy wanted to go to South Africa to be a missionary, one million dollars was more than enough money.
However, Amy could not part with the scarf. It had become a piece of her and had saved many lives; to leave it would be unthinkable. The circus master was horribly upset at Amy, but she was one who didn’t give a penny for what someone else thought— even though most thoughts are thought to be worth a penny. Fortunately Amy’s friend Kaylee had become a screenwriter and Kaylee provided enough funds for Amy to go to Africa.
Amy lived in South Africa for many years and she still used her scarf for various occasions, but by far the most elaborate and exciting was the incident with the pirates. After all, how many people can say they defeated a group of Somalia pirates?
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
You
I sit in school,
But I can not think.
My mind always wanders
to you.
Always to you,
(Which makes my grades suffer.)
I sit in the lunch room,
(even though it's crowded)
And I long
for you.
I need you there,
With me.
Not a day passes by,
When I don't think
of you,
It's always you.
No one else.
I drive home
And I think of you.
(even though I should
Watch the road)
Only you.
Oh, if only I
could always
be together
With you.
Never alone,
without you.
You see I love you,
And only you
Chocolate.
But I can not think.
My mind always wanders
to you.
Always to you,
(Which makes my grades suffer.)
I sit in the lunch room,
(even though it's crowded)
And I long
for you.
I need you there,
With me.
Not a day passes by,
When I don't think
of you,
It's always you.
No one else.
I drive home
And I think of you.
(even though I should
Watch the road)
Only you.
Oh, if only I
could always
be together
With you.
Never alone,
without you.
You see I love you,
And only you
Chocolate.
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