A deep dark cerulean blue
its hopenessly drowned me daily
and years of want had been insued,
All was lost, nothing past gaily
The beautiful cerulean lines
straped around my heart,
would never redeem the wasted time
had I not been so seemingly smart.
The blue is cold a frozen touch
that will kiss your skin no more.
For I don't travel but surely bust,
for many reasons my life is poor
Your blue has turned tides evermore
And pushed me drown the dale.
There is no going back
My pennace all songs a rale.