~ ~ ~
It was a cold grey day
On the first day of may.
Chez wanted to talk,
So we went for a walk
She thinks I'm playing a game,
I told her "I'm not the same."
We argued the problem out.
But no one had to shout.
This would'nt come to an end,
One of us had to bend.
But the story goes on,
And soon I will be gone
I'll remember that girl, . . . so silly,
The one that called me Billy.
At the end of the day, my love had froze.
And to her,
I leave a lavender rose.
May 1st, 1980 Copyright @ 1980 K.K.
I am me,
And no one
else can be me,
Beacuse I am
the only one,
So you may be
nothing like me even,
Although we may share
some of the same friends,
And do some of the some
things quite alike,
We may very possibly
never see eye to eye.
So if you dont
much care for me,
Thats all your
problem not mine,
And I am sorry that
you may worry about
some of the things
I do or may not do,
for you see, I'll be me
no matter what you may say.
I've got my dreams to care for
And I've got to live my life
the way 'I' chose.
~Me~
Chez