A/N: I would like to dedicate this chapter to RainnaMax. Yes, some poems have the same number of lines, but it all depends what rules you're listening to. Personally, I go free verse. I just rhyme for the hell of it.
Broken Lamp Part II: My Lamp Blew Up (a.k.a. Beastboy's Ponderings)*A/N: gasp he thinks?!*
She's not supposed to feel, yet sometimes she seems to be.
Like the time I was hurt and she healed me.
I grinned and made a joke.
The smile on her face almost made me choke.
While trying to apologize one day, I broke into her room.
Oh God, I thought I was doomed.
I didn't want to enter her mind,
I was too terrified of what I might find.
Later I went to my room and read. (*gasp* he can read?! sorry ignore that sentence)
Then my lamp glowed black and exploded right next to my bed.