Taylorswiftbecausewhynot Stories

You're not as popular But you've earned quite a reputation They've caught you a few times With that journal of yours They rolled their eyes Sad boy. They laughed Sad people and their poetry You wondered Are you sad enough to write poetry? You count all the tragedies in your life You read all your poorly written verses All the horrible rhymes you made You're not sad. You're a wannabe But you'll continue anyway Your paper decorated with dried up tears You still walk the hallways with a frown Are you trying to be dramatic? Whatever it is, you can't help it The ocean in your eyes will not stop leaking You write till you're out of ink Till you have to use your tears It's comforting But it's as good as paper tape to your broken heart