It Looks Like You Sing the Blues
Oh Honey, those eyes,
It looks like you sing the blues;
Strong hurricane winds
with the torture in your sky;
I see through that careful storm;
Inevitable,
pushing against the current
walking with control;
Brute force eased by passing time
inside scarred outside so smooth;
Let your levy go,
allow everything to fall;
Wash it all away,
So you open up again;
It looks like you sing the blues.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2021
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