The skies turn blue
When you are you
Happiness will come
When you choose to be someone
You will be so sure
When your you, so pure
You know you are yourself
When you are perfecly like no one else
YOU ARE READING
A little piece of me
PoetrySometimes I rhyme Sometimes I don't I almost always write But sometimes I won't It all depends on my mood All depends on my muse But right now, here's something from me to you
