Poems of Love, Inspiration, Heartache and Pain
The Blues
I've got the blues
I can hardly sleep
much less eat.
Thinking about what we had
and could have knowing our
love can't and won't be renewed ...
I've got the blues.
Sitting in a room starring
at four white walls thinking
of how my opinion turned out into
a down right brawl.
I've got the blues.
Picking up the phone your voice
I want to hear.
When reality hits the dial tone is
singing in my ear.
I've got the blues.
Laying in a bed that has space
for two, me and you.
Now I lay alone hugging my pillow
smelling my sheets.
Wishing you were here lying next to me.
I've got the blues.
Feeling some remorse as I experience
the blues.
Knowing your loss was far more greater
for when it comes to loving me you
didn't play the game for keeps you
played to loose.
I can hardly sleep
much less eat.
Thinking about what we had
and could have knowing our
love can't and won't be renewed ...
I've got the blues.
Sitting in a room starring
at four white walls thinking
of how my opinion turned out into
a down right brawl.
I've got the blues.
Picking up the phone your voice
I want to hear.
When reality hits the dial tone is
singing in my ear.
I've got the blues.
Laying in a bed that has space
for two, me and you.
Now I lay alone hugging my pillow
smelling my sheets.
Wishing you were here lying next to me.
I've got the blues.
Feeling some remorse as I experience
the blues.
Knowing your loss was far more greater
for when it comes to loving me you
didn't play the game for keeps you
played to loose.
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The Blues
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