Blue Soul - Poem by mathew neary
Blue is the colour of my shirt i am wearing
it is also the way i feel most days,
i know this is depressing, but i only have myself to blame.
I'm sorry lisa for scaring you and i understand if you want to take the kids and run.
It upsets me even more to know this is true
to relise, that at the moment your life with me is not at all fun.
Im not writing this for any form of attention,
its just the way that i feel,
as though im serving a never ending lunch time detention........
............MAYBE, JUST MAYBE ONE DAY MY SOUL SHALL HEEL
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