Something in the Way?At first you bought a gun, but instead used drugs.What made you change your mind?Was it the way society functioned?Did you think everyone was shallowly blind?Did you do it for FrancesTo save her from you?Over her, you'd obsess.I bet, 6 feet under, you still do.Keep her from what? The source of your angst?Couldn't handle it, could you;If she grew up wrong, you're credited that "thanks"but that's where your fans misunderstood you.You were the leader of a generation;a lyrical med for the unstableand that began the devastationof no other being able to bring what you brought to the tablewhich won you the label: King of Grunge.Scream into my heart,April's satirical fool!You died at the month's startand with every beginning, there's an end.Made for life with your mental pain.Is it too late for your heart to mend?I'll grab the needles, Mr. Cobain.Patch you up, stitch you, anything you need!As long as your lungs work againmaybe then your genius can breedbut never now.
Hear What I Hear 17Today was the day. Caroline had her picture all ready to give to Mr. Harrison. She hid it behind her back and shuffled to his desk. He was correcting their spelling tests. His smile was gentle and he looked very pleased with how everyone did. The paper in Caroline's hands was shaking. Mr. Harrison checked off one last word and then turned to her."Hmm, Caroline?" was his usual response. Her cheeks became rosy. She couldn't look at him, so her eyes went to a different part of the room."I-I drew you something the other day," she said. George Harrison smiled at her; the same smile she thought was handsome."Oh, did you?" he asked, amused. She turned to him and nodded. He found it adorable that her face was completely red. She looked mortified. "What did you draw me?"She shoved the paper toward him swiftly, her hand still shaking. George took it, making sure not to crinkle the drawing. The same peaceful look rested on his face. Caroline found the silence uncomfortable."It's a guitar," s