Whether it's the big pond,
Of which I'm so fond,
From the grand sky,
To color types of the eye,
It can be a mood that you feel,
Or some one when things get real,
It can be a type of bird called a jay,
Or a character on cartoons now a days,
It's a color on the american flag,
And can even be the color of a little old rag,
It can be your favorite color,
Or one of another,
It's the color of your blood before it exits your veins,
And it's even the color of some window panes,
It's the color of violets like everyone knew,
I don't know if this color is your favorite,
But to a box something that aint at all new,
Is that my favorite color is Blue.*°*°*°°*°*°*°*°*°*°*°*°*°*°*°*°*°*
Hey guys just a note...okay well the song actually has nothing to do with the poem except for when it says violets are blue. Oh, and because I like the song.😊
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Heart And Soul
RandomPoems from my heart and soul obviously. I hope you people enjoy them. ~Thank you~