And pilots always flew,

Some choose their paint brush,
The firemen choose their hose,
But no not me love, your the one I chose.
The soldiers chose their guns,
and the hunter chose them too,
But no not me love, I chose you.
The musicians choose their melody,
and the ballerinas chose their shoes,
but no not me love, you're the one I choose.
You're aloud to read them more then once right? Cheyenne, these are to good, you have a hidden talent thats not really hidden anymore. Anyways you are a amazing poet.
ReplyDeleteYour poems do the same thing to my eyes as what onions do.