Alan R

Blues

My feelings belong here

On this page, many a few adore

Not on a coffee table in your presence

The one that holds, a real cure

 

But the suffering of a yellow haze

Will be the same, here or there

Melancholy and a glass of red

Turning black in the silhouette

 

As I write without enough lights on

Here and there with you, for you

Maybe one day, the sun comes out

Burning through these rigid blues.

 

 

-Al