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