Poems from autumnatman
Twinkle, twinkle little Star
How we wonder what you are...
All of Rainbow's colors, stolen, by the
Chameleon.
Camoflauged shades and...
The market,
they all want brilliant hues and will pay price high for your soul.
The clouds are rolling by; we can’t forecast the sky, in...
Mary,
let your hair down
Just close your eyes
I'll help you realize
All the lines aren't
real
The pins in your hair
I'll pull them out...