You are like a black storm
A kind of storm forcing me to keep indoors
And stay in bed and draw the shades and drink and write poetry
And just try to write poetry all day
Blue Tuesday you are more
Like the color of her door I think of often
The door I'll never see again with open eyes or hold the key to
You remind me of her door I'll never see again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Much heartbreak on the, STREET of LOVE