Open Wide by Maya
Imagine if swallowing were real.
My hair would become big beautiful tresses of broccoli,
Booming on a guitar amp.
My fingers would be famously fantastic french fries,
Speaking like a ghost pipes.
My eyes would be super circles of pepperoni -
Spicy chilli hot sauce.
My toes would be the warming feeling of socks in a dryer
That is found in warm pie and custard.
Lonely by Mollie
I am a deserted island and no one can hear my cries.
I am a barren iceberg floating silently in the vast ocean.
I am a small child living on the street -
All my friends have run away.
I am a king or queen with no one to rule.
With no one beside of me.
I am a glum shadow with no one to own me.
I am lonely.