Somehow everything in my "About Me" got deleted. All the lyrics and nice things were lost. But it doesn't really matter. I'll just give you a few important details to hold you over until I get around to adding more stuff.
-->My name is Lauren, but some people call me Lor.
-->I want to be a Lucy.
-->I live in a blue house.
-->I like music. And I like to sew. And make cookies.
-->I am in college.
-->My best friends are Kirk and Joe and Russell.
-->I don't drink, do drugs, or hardcore party.
-->I work for the government. No, I am not an undercover agent or anything.
Hit me up if you would like.
The poem Charlie reads as a gift to Patrick in The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
He wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
Because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
And a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
And read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
Took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
With tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
And he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it
Once on piece of white paper with blue lines
He wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
Because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
And asked him to write mroe clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
Because of its new paint
And the kids told him
That Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his siter got glasses
With thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
When he waske her to go see Santa Clause
And the kids told him why
His mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
When he cried for him to do it
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
He wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
Because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
And a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
Because he never showed it to her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
Of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
Making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
Or even talked
And the girl around the corner
Wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
But he kissed her anyway
Because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
His father snoring loudly
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
He tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
And a slash across each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
Because this time he didn't think
He could reach the kitchen
