When I start feeling blue
Like I don't know what to do
I always turn to you
You make it better just like I knew
When I start seeing red
Wanting to make the living dead
You somehow get inside my head
Then I'm happy instead
When I start getting yellow
Completly scared and not mellow
You come and help this fellow
And help me break out of my shell
When I go and turn green
All sick and obscene
Your sweet and not mean
And make me come clean
I like it. Not really much to say since I haven't seen you in forever.
just an idea... ha ha ha... it sounds funny (don't actualy change it though i'm just kidding)
When I start getting yellow
Completly scared and not mellow
You come and help this fellow
And help me break out of my shell-o
I like to think it is me: Red, Ruby Red to be complete.. but still. This is a beautiful poem Baby Boy and I love you very much. I am so glad that these poems are forever, though the idea that they are sometimes makes me cringe, you know?
I do still cringe with some poems, but please tell me: who is supposed to know who they are?