Melancholia

Heart tinted blue
When the songs of the nights makes me groove
stories of strangers takes away my misery
Better to be alone than to see them wry
Life is better with books songs and cries
But change is always constant
They make my heart feel tainted
Some nights tears don't fall down the eyes
Some days just don't get pass by
If I could I would have cried
But tears have vanished away this time
No one is my enemy and no one is my friend