Red is you're favorite color
It's also the color of blood
We were supposed to be together
But now we're stuck in the mud
5 days we were together
Now 3 weeks we are apart
We had a plan to see each other
We thought we were smart
Our plan went up in flames
Now I can't go
It wasn't my fault
My mother said no
We'll figure something out
That is what you say
I know it will work out
I hope it's Sunday
I miss you more than anything
As I lie here in bed
I will see you soon
Or I'll be dead
Dedicated to Tyler Weaver
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Intense. I hope things work out for you and this guy. If not, you deserve much better. Shane