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I must escape from this blue mood somehow I’ve searched for love all over the country Why can’t I find a stable love of my own? Sadness fills my heart and it makes me cry If other persons can find the love they want,
For Stacy-Ann .
I need the powerful energy of the sun to stay alive, And I need fresh water from the rain to drink, But I don’t need the sun and the rain as I need you. .
A dreamer stole your heart a year ago. You told me goodbye and ran off with him. But I know that in time he will leave you. And you will surely regret your decision. .
For Stacy-Ann .
A month ago she cursed me and walked out the door, Yet it feels as if she’s been gone for many years. Now that our relationship is over, I love her more. And thinking about her brings me so much pain.
Introducing "My Last Breath" .
Love will not change, Feeling alone like the wind, Wasting away my future, Pining for love, A lost love I can’t reclaim, Unable to break the promise I’ve made. Sounds like boredom,
The painful recollection of losing you has severely disheartened me. Time can never take away the record of your love from my mind. Other women have given me the opportunity to love them.
The walls of my bedroom reflect my sadness. Who painted them blue, I wonder? They just stand here with nothing to do. I am alone with these four walls every night. I kneel down and pray to the Lord.
Young teen in the streets, looking for love on empty. Mother's love wasn't enough so she had to leave. Then she met you, bright eyed beauty. Never knew she was special Late night convos, a late night session
Can I be? Could you stay? Do I deserve? Should you help? I could try. You could too. Morning sky, Less blue than you.
I was driving round yesterday just after four Drove past an old blind man feeding the poor I followed that blind man all around town
Roses are red. Grasses are green. Doves are white. Sunflowers are yellow. Oranges are orange. Eggplants are violet. Jeans are indigo. The world is blue.
Sonia E Rodriguez Creative adaptation Sonny’s blues story to poem Nobody The blues began to play
Middle of Winter,A flower sings the blues.Painted red then brown.
This morning I caught the blues.I stood on the edge of the spoon with nowhere to go.I tied my shoes and searched for my muse.There she sat, distance postponing an ooze of stew.With the end of the ladle short.
Not a cloud in the sky Thunderstorms in my mind I was thinking how they say love is blind 'Cause she was a dime. Wanted her to be mine. But I'm just to average So she took advantage
Whenever I feel depressed, you may have guessed, I listen to music. The beat lifts my spirit whenever my ears are near it, and the lyrics I connect with, though that could be a myth.
I've got blues Them ole crazy blues Them ole crazy blues won't leave me alone I've sat here and I've cried I've sat here and I've moaned If it wasn't for my man I wouldn't have these blues
& the time begins when I start missing you. It really can't be a crime. We're just friends anyway. I applaud you for obtaining a love interest other than me.
The man walked across the street and picked up a can out of a recycling bin. He placed the can in a plastic bag in his shopping cart. It was dark out. He had a long white beard.
To a Lavender named Lucy Oh my pretty, fresh, young yet lovely and precious Lavender I have no creativity as thee To write in papers of colour
Depression is a stigma
Some days I feel like My mouth is a harmonica Playing the blues Playing the blues Some days I feel like I'm sitting in detention Or a Jail cell playing the blues
Too short a time to get to know you Falling falling I kept on Falling So different yet so the same We could have sailed the world together You'd be the captain and I your first mate
The world has left me to be lonely As if I am the one and only I need to find a way back into reality I flunked out of that strict school Now I am on the road like a fool
I started just like any other clean and pure and a heart that was whole Innocence started to fleet learned to walk on my own two feet
Ripples of sonic waves, stimulates creative water Flowing from the crevices of social interaction, the wind russtles uncertain thoughts
We were not born fake Our cries were real So real like that pain we feel the purity of our souls were turned inside out dried right up like a bad droubt who are we trying to impress?
With a Godly breathe he inhales the heavy, yet hollow whispers of the night siphoning the miniscule remnants of assurance loosely woven, each with its own cynical thread
Sleeping in can have its Pro's or like friends, it can be a foe. Having nothing to do can be gruesome. No friends to hang out with, no boyfriend to call, no side-kick to hang out with at the mall.