Color Me Happy

by BornAgainWriter   Jul 24, 2008


I thought I knew you,
But now I don't,
It's past my curfew,
I heard the cuckoo.

I have to go now,
and never look back,
You messed up pal,
you were wack.

Moving on,
Looking up,
Grab my crayon,
and color me happy.

I color a house just for me,
with flowers surrounding,
and only I can see,
So quit asking.

I color me a blue sky,
With fluffy clouds to fill,
Next a purple butterfly,
soaring around a treadmill.

I color me a person,
That I know won't come to life,
Until I clap my heels,
Asking god "Oh why?".

"Oh why" can't I have him,
That person who makes me smile,
Someone who won't dim,
My world, and make it worthwhile.

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