Some songs end in wit
It's all I have ever written
Some songs start with soul
It's all I have never sold
Some parts end in doom
I just wish I could keep a tune
Red and blue is the color of my heart
I just wish the chapter ended at that part
Some times end in laughter
Some times end in pain
Some times end in disaster
But I guess it's what you gain
What is man to a chariot
When his heart is red and blue
Bruised and swollen, still a patriot
I guess it's all what you choose to do
I wish I was a better friend
I wish I was a better lover
I wish I knew what was at the end
I haven't read cover to cover
Just coat my body in pollen
(Call it fairy dust)
Pray for those when I am befallen
Until my plaque overruns with rust
You can not know what to say
(Until we choose to seize the day)
But know I love you anyway
Hm, really nice poem. How many time do you need to write one small poem?