Momowords

When I look at you,
I don’t know what to do,
I look at the blue sky,
But don’t know what to decide.
There are so many reasons,
For a change of heart as sudden as a change of seasons,
But your heart is as cold as stone,
All mighty on it’s high high throne.
Whether I will ever change the path,
That my soul has set for my future years,
I know I can always count on your wrath,
To make my heart cry tears.

My pony called May,
Loves eating hay,
On the table,
In the stable,
She loves to jump,
After a sugar lump,
I enjoy riding her,
When I tell her to canter,
We start to cry,
When we say good-bye.

Invented by my friend and I

My leaf floated down
And went to town
It bought cherries
And lots of berries
It went back to it’s tree
And saw a bee
So it quickly ran off
To get Van Gogh!