Tell me pink girl, blue boy
Are you just a toy
Do you play their games
And listen to the names
Maggie didn't want to dance
When they told her to prance
Now she's gone and done
Isn't that fun
So when I ask who are you
And what shade are you
What are you going to say
Will you lie to see another day
Chris didn't catch the football
They watched when he began to fall
Not a single move was made
Pick up the grave digger's spade
If these colors start to blend
They think their world will end
So blue boy and pink girl
Will you let the colors swirl
YOU ARE READING
My Thoughts
PoetryHere lie the thoughts of me; in the form of poetry of course because I can't seem to complete a story. Oh well. So these poem will be about all kinds of stuff from horses to inner demons. Some of them are also very short. Enjoy P.S. some of these p...
