The Paradox of Sad Songs

Sad songs surprise my joys When somber vocabulary my face light up As I were the little boy in me playing with tender toys That jump, slump and lump joy in my Cupid cup. Sad songs like a conditioner curl my concerns As vicarious experience from my soul Sift seeds of sorrow in my sympathy urns Where sad songs in paradox score a bliss goal. Sad songs warm my whims When on my guitar tunes of bliss Abound as strings of sorrow in teams Rush adrenalin in vein avenues that my lips kiss. Sad songs simmer my sorrows Whose gravy in packaged points of view Titillate tenderness taste buds in rows That ensure I shall smile in style anew.