Popple sat in the grass, a small journal in hand.
He wrote in this, every other day.
Do you ever feel like a plastic bag,
He looked up, and wondered.
What else is there, out there?
Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again?
He slowly stood up, and looked down.
He should really go try to get some food.
Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin,
He ran off, from a store.
His wrist was sore, and he had dropped the can of peaches.
Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in?
He ran back to his little shelter, and sat on the ground.
Do you ever feel already buried deep six feet under?
He heard another noise, and looked outside of his small "house"
Screams but no one seems to hear a thing.
He saw an old man, slumped against the brick wall.
He also saw, a bass guitar around him.
Do you know that there's still a chance for you?
He took the guitar, and whispered to the man.
"Sorry old-timer, it's a dog eat dog world."
'Cause there's a spark in you?
Popple took off his hat, and set it down.
He checked the guitar, before playing.
You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine.
A few people stopped for a moment, dropped some cents, and left.
None stayed to see how the song ended.
Just own the night like the 4th of July.
A man approached him, as he finished the song.
He dropped a bill into the hat, and Popple took it out.
He nearly gaped.
20 dollars.
'Cause, baby, you're a firework.
The man stated.
"You should really find a better place to stay. Too much rain is not healthy for a flower."
He extended a hand.
Come on, show 'em what you're worth.
Popple would drop at a heartbeat for a warm place to sleep.
So of course he took the hand.
Make 'em go, "Aah, aah, aah"
Popple liked Clover.
He was nice, and patient with him.
He even offered to be his new Rookie!
As you shoot across the sky-y-y.
Clover, also, was great at pointing out the major flaws that always got him caught.
Baby, you're a firework.
Several months later, he was running in the snow.
He couldn't believe it.
Come on, let your colours burst.
He had to hide, from the man screaming at him.
His face burned, despite the chill all around him.
Make 'em go, "Aah, aah, aah"
He fell in the snow, and tried to get back up.
He couldn't, as black spread across his vision.
You're gonna leave 'em all in awe, awe, awe.
The new guy in the castle shut himself off a lot, as everyone noticed.
Dimentio kept glancing at the door.
You don't have to feel like a wasted space.
He opened it, and looked in.
"Pop-"
He shushed himself, and heard the running shower click off.
You're original, cannot be replaced.
He heard scrambling, and then a slam.
"...Are...you alright in there?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow under his mask.
If you only knew what the future holds…
He heard a small voice, that was trying to sound better.
"..Go...Away."
After a hurricane comes a rainbow.
Dimentio made a noise of inquiry, and tried something.
He opened the door, floating higher, and slammed it with his foot.
Maybe a reason why all the doors are closed.
The door opened, and Popple stepped out.
Dimentio saw the beanish, wrapped in but a towel.
He saw his arms, and that he had it wrapped around his chest.
So you could open one that leads you to the perfect road
He floated down, and stated.
"...So you thought you could hide from us forever?"
He yelped, when a hairbrush sailed to his mask.
Like a lightning bolt, your heart will glow.
"WHAT THE HECK, DUDE?!" Popple's voice was shrill, and he held the towel tighter around his chest, blushing heavily.
Dimentio rubbed his temple, and stated.
"Can't a friend worry for his friend's well being?"
And when it's time you'll know.
Popple's heart pounded, as he didn't see Dimentio.
He saw him.
"Get out of here! GET AWAY FROM ME!"
The next object was lobbed at Dimentio, and he caught the book.
"Calm yourself."
He snapped his fingers, clothing the bean.
You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine.
Popple still screamed.
"NO! GET OUT!"
The door flew open.
"WHAT IN CHUNK'S NAME IS GOING ON?"
Just own the night like the 4th of July.
Popple tore past O'Chunks, to hide the tears now falling down his cheeks.
Dimentio turned around.
"...I...have no clue."
'Cause, baby, you're a firework.
Dimentio followed the beanish, telling O'Chunks he'd take care of it.
Come on, show 'em what you're worth.
Popple hid away, hair down.
Dimentio peeked down.
"There you are."
Make 'em go, "Aah, aah, aah".
Popple turned away from him.
"You're gonna hurt your back, sitting like that."
"You think I care?"
As you shoot across the sky-y-y.
Dimentio made Popple look over.
"Okay, let me get something straight with you. The count is letting you live here. We are all at the choice to care for you. You're a minor. Don't mess with what I have chosen."
Baby, you're a firework.
Popple stared at him.
His mind told him that Dimentio didn't care, he was just a creepy guy.
He was like him.
Come on, let your colours burst.
Popple tried to hit him, and get away.
Dimentio held his shoulders.
"Calm."
"LIKE YOU'RE THE DEFINITION OF CALM!"
You're gonna leave 'em all in awe, awe, awe.
Dimentio shook the bean.
"DUH. I'm not. But neither are you. Just breathe, or I can get Nastasia."
"NO."
Boom, boom, boom.
Dimentio smiled a little.
"Then tell me what's wrong. I can keep a secret."
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon.
Dimentio hummed, at the tale Popple choked out.
He wouldn't call himself mad, he was actually kinda happy for Popple.
He didn't go into full detail about everything, but he knew how this tale ended.
It's always been inside of you, you, you.
He helped the beanish up, and stated.
"Well, maybe you've...reached Happily Ever After."
And now it's time to let it through-ough-ough.
Popple sniffed, rubbing his eyes. "Ya think?"
'Cause, baby, you're a firework.
Dimentio smiled, and sent the bean on his way.
"I know."
Come on, show 'em what you're worth.
He saw Popple straighten as he walked.
He couldn't see, but a confident smile stretched on his lips.
Make 'em go, "Aah, aah, aah".
Popple came out of his room more and more often.
There was those days were he didn't come out at all, but it was better than before.
As you shoot across the sky-y-y.
His dreams were spoken to everyone.
He wanted to be the best thief there ever was.
Baby, you're a firework.
Everyone, having lived with and or been former ne'er do wells, was okay with this.
It was mellow, with what they did.
Come on, let your colours burst.
Popple grinned, and Dimentio smiled.
He needed this one happy for now.
Make 'em go, "Aah, aah, aah".
Popple went back into his room, and sat.
You're gonna leave 'em all in awe, awe, awe.
He pulled out a journal, and turned through all the entries.
Boom, boom, boom.
He turned to the last one, which was signed with
Popple.
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon
He pulled out a blue felt-tip pen.
Boom, Boom, Boom.
He slowly wrote.
Happily Ever After.
The end.
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon.
