If I Were to dye I'd dye with a smile for I know that you were once mine.
If I were to dye I'd be glad for now I know I'll never forget the touch of your hand.
If I were to dye I'd dye a man for I'd remember us doing it in the back of my van.
But I'm not dead yet so there's more to come so ring the bells and sound the drums.
YOU ARE READING
Interlude
PoetryA book of poems and random thoughts a book of turmoil and how I'm lost without a cause read this this I think you'll enjoy it, but please do remember I'm not a real poet
