See Blues As I
Curiosity fills my eyes. And I wonder if you see blues like mine.
Are your blues more? Something I very much wish for.
As my own are old and sorrowful and day to day I grieve. For the hues so blue are simply being.
Long lost is the life and breath I breathe but tight to the chest and rather longing, to just be.
Leaving me pale and in my head. Knowing your holding a secret to deaths bed.
So should I wake up tomorrow, will I see? As you keep this secret so well; and not whisper a dream to me.
Do you see blues like I? I wonder but scorn that it is only mine.
