Category: Blues

Blue periwinkle dress
Table for two
Concerns on my part
What’s sewn’s torn apart
I like your soft grace
Your willingness to chase
Your tendency to amaze
How you match my soft gaze
I think of all of the ways
To show you I care

Three teaspoons of sugar
In my coffee
But you like yours black, cold brew
And I really do like you
Stuck on me like a flu
There’s nothing I can really do
But stop and tell you
That I’m not in love with you
Yet
Those feelings are far-fetched
In my brain you roughly sketched
A picture of wheels and a deck
I grabbed you by the neck
Were you breathing, I had to check
And you weren’t
You were holding your breath

You were holding your breath

I didn’t want to tell you when I saw you
But you have a habit of losing control
And losing control over that very act

It’s questionable how I should react

Given my stature
Soft, small girl
Uneasy, shy, reserved
Says the wrong things at the right time

So you glanced away, ditched my eyes
Sighed a bunch, hands on thighs
Said you had to go
As if I didn’t already know

So you glanced away
But you have a habit of losing control
Soft, small girl
Says the right things at the wrong time

Says the right things at the wrong time

Your and my eyes
Dripping thighs
Cool, let the curtain blow

Always enclosed
Rapture happens
I’ll fall asleep in the falling snow

Weirdness and children
Secrets safe within the past
Don’t want you to notice that part

Waiting and waiting
For me to just wake up
Stop tearing my life apart

A word to the man that refused to go to the park with me
We had fun in the white gazebo didn’t we

Your complaints running wild about the wood
Me, just happy that came by you could
I’m trapped in a lustful zone of hostility
I want you terribly under the covers with me

A word to the man who won’t listen to anybody else’s music
You were my muse for so many months
I wore heels just for you because I wanted to be pretty
I wanted you to recognize that I was your girl

Soft and gentle, like the morning sea
You lied there deeply embedded in bed with me
You were so quiet I was afraid to talk
But I spelled out my love as if It was in chalk

A word to the man who thinks he’s badass
You’re a memory I’ll never forget
And when it’s cold outside, when it’s wet
Ending things with you I will regret