How many children have to suffer,
Each and every year?
Being abandoned by their families,
And shedding many years.

They should never feel as though,
They have no place at home.
No place they feel welcome,
That is why many roam.

Roam around the streets,
Abandoned in the cold.
All left to wonder,
Why were they told.

Told to leave this world,
And just go wall away.
But this is something,
That we should never say.

Everyone deserves to be loved,
And to have a place to be.
To be cared for all the time,
Even overseas.

dating a writer
is like guessing the weather.
you think you know what you'll get,
but you never do.

you never know
because

she'll create a hero
from your weaknesses

and she'll write a great character,
from every last flaw.

she'll create a thousand plots  
from your worst nightmares.

she'll take every last thing you hate
and create something you'll love.

she'll turn your anger
into confessions of adoration,

and she'll make you,
everything you're not.

but worst of all,
she'll leave you wondering-
is it you she's in love with,
or things she's created from you?

but here's the beauty of it:

if you date a writer,
you'll never die.