The Colors of Blue
my guitar all she does is scream and weep
seems I'm stuck again
head is hung low
my feet drag along
monday sucks
but tuesday is just as bad
by friday I feel like the whole world
is raining down on me
If that lightning strikes any closer
its going burn me
maybe its the devil
maybe its me
and my stubborn ways
maybe its her
or the way she broke my heart
Its friday night
I take my place with the masses
in a darkened place
the music notes rise
above the laughter
the words
and any sorrow that lingers is gone
Its the spirits
served and consumed
by the faithful in this darkened place
I'm seemingly lifted to yellows and reds
instead of the colors of blue
whiskey is the fuel
music is the spark
vivid colors fill me
women talk in rhymes to me
we sing songs to one another
lift each other up and away
for the moment that is
maybe if all goes well
we will find solace
in one another arms
and beat the colors of blue at least for a day
maybe two
then my guitar will scream and weep
again and again
Copyright © Mark King | Year Posted 2006
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