Hera's View I hardly understand it How I could love a god so ardent He controls the Heavens and the Earth He also controls my heart. He controls the thunderstorms He controls the cause of my temper He understands the way #life is His passion never flickers. He holds my heart He holds my hands He kissed my lips His love as vast as the sands. His muscles thick To hold me tight To keep me warm To teach me to fight. I love his voice I love his laugh I love his heart In my heart, he's paved a path. I love him most of all I never knew That when I left for his hand That I'd fall in love with Zeus.

What?! I was shoved off my seat And out on the floor The principal stood me before the entire grade He didn't mean it, I'm sure. He asked who I liked What I wanted for my birthday "My crush," I thought. That was something I would never say. He knew I liked him He always had He said something about it Why would he do that? One of his friends Never one of mine Stood and started to call That he was the love of my #life. Though he wasn't wrong Why the heck would he? Trying to be funny I- Presume Now the guy knows Now he has his confirmation I tell everyone I've moved one But that's just in my desperation

Vacation: The Beach Hours thinking on what to pack Imagining the feel of sand and air Dreaming about clear blue water And the salty wind blowing through my hair. Hours crammed in the car Headphones, books, and magazines Litter the floor with empty drinks It ain't nothin compared to a limousine... The drive is endless The naps are cramped Tight seating hurts There's not enough room, not even for a small lamp! But when we arrive And check in to our rooms Then it's off to the beach! We run like we have something to prove Nothing else like it Nothing sweet like a peach Although there is one thing Vacation a.k.a: The Beach

Whoops. Forgot About The Metal! We sat on the swing in the park, looking at the stars and talking. "I'm glad I'm the one sitting here. With you. In the middle of the night," he says, sounding like a dork. I grin at him. He glances at me and then back again. I slide closer to him, sliding my arms around his waist and resting my head on his shoulder. His arms tenses, but he relaxes and wraps an arm around my shoulders. One of his fingers twists a strand of my hair. I watch as he seems to internally argue with himself. Finally, he looks down at me. He pulls me around to face him. His hand slides behind my ear, holding my head. His fingertips apply the slightest amount of pressure to the back of my head. His eyes close and he leans forward, his head tilting to the side ever so slightly. We kiss. When I go pull away, I get pulled back. "Ow!" I exclaim. We realize what's happened: our braces are stuck. We burst out laughing. He attempts to untangle the braces. After a while of his hopeless attempts, I shoo him away and do it myself. I lean back, still laughing. "Haha! I can't believe that just happened!" He says, his emerald eyes sparkling. "Me either!" I reply. He starts to pull me back to him when he falls over the other side of the swing. I go flying after him, landing on his chest. We burst out in laughter again, not caring that someone just yelled at us to get a room.

He Isn't Him But He's Awful Close His hair isn't nice like the other one's And his mind isn't as bright. But he's always there for me He's like a candle, burning its light. He doesn't play sports as well Or make quick remarks But he runs like I do And can make a fire from a small spark. His grin isn't as crooked And he doesn't think of me invisible. But he's country to core And he makes me a little wishful. The other one and I Won't ever have a chance. But this other one and I Will always be in sync, like a perfected dance.