Thursday, May 12, 2005
this poem is like something a 7-year-old can write.
it sounds so childish. oh whatever.
im here instead of studying maths. =/
my eight coloured rainbow;
in my sky there's orange,
which everyone finds it strange.
next is green,
which is nothing but mean.
there's blue,
my favourite colour, that's true.
next up, red,
nothing more needs to be said.
then we have pink,
a colour which makes me think.
white,
the colour of paper we use to write.
well well, purple is the colour of fun,
no, we're not yet done.
and finally yellow,
which completes my eight coloured rainbow.
my heart still bleeds for you.
