Blue Poem by Jose Ramon Sanchez
Blue
Playing with matches and not with you
I was morose
And you were blue
Left you a prickly rose
Maybe two
Neither had a clue
Were we really opposed?
Or just walking in the dark,
Forgetting to smell the flowers
Or kicking yellow leaves in the park?
Never could I forget you
Even in the bitter tours
Cuz my heart and yours
seem stuck together like crazy glue
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