Laura Poem by Christopher Bishop

Here I am in LA,
should be in the sun.

But all I think of is you,
and your massive eyes.

Your skin is no naturel,
and you smile so normal.

I think you amazing,
and you definitely are.

I miss talking to you,
dispite our short time.

I wish we could be friends,
I'm such a losser.

I am writing poems,
because thats not weird.

If only I were normal,
I'd have a half a chance.

But thats not how it is,
so life will go on.