Why oh why does this young man cry
Who has broken his fragile heart
The girl of his dreams so it seems
Had never loved him from the start
She left him there sad in despair
Only to drown in salty tears
Full of folly and melancholy
As it went on for years and years
Then one day in the month of May
There came a knocking at his door
As if carved in wood there she stood
Crying sorry for the times before
Take me back as her voice would crack
Please forgive my prior disgrace
Now turning red he then shook his head
And slammed the door right in her face
Woe is me, can't you see
That was meant to be,
And, ain't that a shame
When no one was to blame
Happy for a little while
Then, there goes my smile,
Gone back to being shy
... Could I tell you why
Born that way, maybe
A melancholy baby,
So lonesome I could cry
Before I could tell you why
Forty years later...
My world is no greater,
The sky is still blue
Why wouldn't I be, too
And, when I am eighty
A melancholy lady,
That was meant to be...
Why can't you see, woe is me.
(May 10th, 2023)
The Color Blue
Blue has gotten a bad reputation a bad rap disorientation
Blue is associated with desire and sadness wired to lost and missing love
Shades of blue fill every heart and every love song
Blue is usually associated with lust if man is doing **** such as blue movie
lewd
Blue is the color of melancholy baby good
Blue is the ignorance area of life the lost things we find the love that we once had
Shades of blue rule the heart of every man
Blue can be the color of my eye not brown then brown returned to eye again
The Color Blue can be the heart can be the friend can be the end can be the
man.
The Color Blue
melancholy baby,
that last sweet tender kiss
a taste I know for long
I will surely miss...
then there's the sad
last kiss,
for the beloved
departed in death
and those on the reaper's list
so resplendent in their coffins
so sad to see them go
I know, all my life I'll wonder,
why must it be so?
either way, that kiss
was meant for a lifetime
to surely last
and likely beyond
the day
when shadow's
have no longer to be cast
and maybe even more,
for whatever might
be the reason
and for those we do so adore
carry my kiss into
the lofty cotton-like cloud
let its moisture of love
never abandon you
let the angel's sweet
trumpeted song of love,
always be clear and loud
and know knowing you,
has always made me proud
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