Some things remain the same.
The sunshine's still yellow
That floods my room with its warm glow,
And the wind carries the scent of valleys below
And of flowers of unknown name;
Some things remain the same.
Some things never change.
Roses are red, violets blue,
And I am still in love with you
But you still have no clue
You think I just act strange;
Like I said, some things never change.
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Poems
PoetryThese are just a bunch of poems I wrote quite a few years ago, thought I'd post them.
