Publishing a poetry book and chose this poem to be in it! Wish me luck, friends! :")

If one could die from a smile

then I am in the grave

and if a heart can stop from a glance

oh, mine is not so brave

if just a smile can make this girl weak at the knees

how shall I stand a kiss?

I won't I suppose, no matter my pleas

my legs shall indeed collapse 

and why if he's mine

does his glance make my heart flutter

I know he is indeed

but my heart still starts to stutter

his smile makes my cheeks flame still

and I can't stop myself from smiling at him

I get up wilst the earth still hides the life-giving sun.

It is ever so dark, to rise from my warm bed so early is truly not fun.

But I roll out to touch my feet against the freezing concrete that is my floor.

It is abominably chilly on my feet.

My toes curl, desperate to retain heat.

But I get up,  just to see him.

I know he will drive up to the mountains with us.

And so I wake while the earth is dim.

I get ready with excitement, I start to rush.

I do not wish to be late,

For mayhap today, he'll ask me on a date!

  The Wishing Game. 

Part 1
If given the chance, if given the chance
If given the chance, I’m sure it would work
We don’t talk alike, but I’m sure I can change
We don’t think alike, but I’m sure I’ll fix that.
We don’t like things alike, but I’m sure I’ll learn.
We don’t look alike—now that may be a problem.
But I’m sure, if given the chance, we’ll get around it.
If given the chance, if given the chance,
If given the chance, could I be like you?
Part 2
On further reflection
I realize how crazy I sound.
On further reflection

Sitting together on the ice and the snow,
Listening to the wolf howl low,
The boy and his dog sat by the fire,
Under the shadow of the church spire.

They’d wandered that day, far and wide
At every house and farm they tried
To find to lay their heads;
To find a place to make their beds.

With frozen fingers and teary eyes,
The boy gazed up at the starry skies.
With child-like faith and belief unbound
He prayed this prayer, so profound.

....By, Two Previously Exceedingly Bored Girls

An approximately eighteen year old girl lived in the basement of an evil old mad scientist. She could not speak, but had a brother who could understand her sign language. He interpreted for her to the evil old mad scientist who did not listen anyway.

She was the subject of his experiments and so had blue skin and pink eyes. One day, the evil old mad scientist decided to see if he could switch her eye and hair color; because he succeeded, she now had pink skin and blue eyes.