I Heard the Angels Cry

Troy Bolton always thought that poetry was stupid. He never understood what they meant or what their messages were. But today, Troy Bolton tried something different. He wrote poetry… just because of one girl.

My life hasn't been so great

Since you've been gone

My heart's been aching

I've been crying so long

My smile's been weak

My head's been muddled; my thoughts very meek

I've been living my life the whole way through

But it's not worth it… not without you

Troy bit the end of his pencil, tears leaking out of his eyes. You can think it all you want but when you write it down it's something different. Your thoughts poured on paper just written there, full of the truth. Staring at his poem, Troy wrote again.

I bow my head at night

I close my eyes and pray

And I always dream that you'll come back, you'll come back to me someday

My life has no measure, no count, no rhyme

My life doesn't mean anything when you aren't mine

My thoughts hang so heavy, my heart screams in pain

My tears come out, leaking like the rain

These eyes are so clouded as your face fills my head

You've been gone so long, it seems you may be dead

My body's been aching, as well as my heart and dreams

Whenever I think of you I just want to scream

My bottled up emotions, my heart barred up tight

I want you back, baby, I need you back tonight

Troy looked upon his poem. He was no poet that's for sure but now, Troy Bolton understood poetry. It wasn't about your understanding or your entertainment. They were for you're freedom of writing what you want, what you feel. Troy needed to wrap up his poem. It was getting late…

Whenever I think of you

I always hear your sigh

And the day that you left me

I heard the angels cry

Troy watched his tears drop from his face onto the paper. He looked up and he saw her.

Gabriella Montez came back.

Troy rushed up to her and they hugged for what seemed like days. They walked out of the room, a new love lying thick in the air.

The Albuquerque sunset flooded through the windows. The rays falling onto a piece of loose-leaf paper, an unfinished, tear stained poem, written by a young boy desperate for love.

The angel's tears dried up.

They sang a brand-new song.

For what they wanted for him

Was there all along.

His heart was no longer crying

His eyes clear and dry

Because he heard her sigh

And through the heavens he could not hear

Any angels cry

As/n: We hope you liked it! It made Pixie cry (that's pretty tough to do!!!). R&R PLEASE!!!