I can write many beautiful rhymes
It is so easy to put them in lines
But my friend, If I can't change your mind
You're still sad, even after reading my rhymes
Why am I still writing the next line?
Put me in jail, I committed a crime
That curve on your lips is still down
Feels like you got a thorny crown
What should I understand from that frown?
To make you smile again I can be a clown :).
