Paper Moon poetry

The New Classics

Roses are red

violets are blue

But neither of them

Will ever be as pretty as

You

I'm not the best at poetry

But with you I don't have to

Be

Anything but myself

Myself, that's who I want you to see

That's who I want you to meet

That's who I want you to like

That's who I want you to accept

Ashes Ashes

London bridge fell down

But still not as hard as my heart

So trust me if jack fell down and broke his crown

Would you still be the

Queen

So I suppose I should be nimble

I should be quick

Whoops

I knocked over the

Candle stick

And set fire to my heart

Your eyes are brown

My heart is now black

If I give you my love

I don't want it back