Per Pull

I find it so very hurtful
When people say you can’t rhyme
Then what about the word called
Circle?

Your mother is red
And your father’s blue
You will never be dead
And I’ll always love you

I have been a shrinking
Violet all my life
You have got me thinking
Of how horridly obsessed I’ve grown

Your sister loves red
And your brother, blue
Like I have just said
You’re my perfect hue

I have only ever missed
People I’ve never kissed/
The jewel in my ring
That’s what you are
Wrapped around my finger
And addressed as amethyst

Your hair is red
And your eyes, blue
Now I am getting fed
Up with myself too

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