Thursday, June 24, 2010

PURPLE

 A POEM BY ANY OTHER NAME WOULD'T SMELL AS SWEET
AS THE ONES I TYPE...CATCHING MY FLOW LIKE MY FRUIT IS RIPE
 EAR BUDS IN LIGHTS DIMMED  EYES CLOSED
AM I HIGH,WELL NOBODY KNOWS THE TROUBLE I'VE SEEN AND MAYBE JUS MAYBE THE GRASS ISN'T
GREEN
ON THE OTHER SIDE
A COLOR JUST AS ROYAL AS I IT CAPTURES MY SOUL AS IT REACHES MY EYE
IM A SUPER SLUTH YES IM STUPID SLY
MY WEPONS ARE THE COLOR PURPLE >=)


1 comment:

BILLI3 said...

when I wrote this I was listening to drake lol so i tried to make it a poem/rap

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