Ruth warren

Rookie (5/4/1973 / LONDON)

To Night I'Ve Got The Blues - Poem by Ruth warren

I cannot keep climbing these walls,
my empty heart shattering, the pieces they
fall. Walking these cold floors each and
every night, the arms that are supposed to
hold me are long gone in the night.

I am tired of looking through teary eyes,
tired of singing these blues to the skies.
The longing, I pray that it will just go,
this pain I promised myself, again I would
never know.

Curtains blow as the soft breezes make
their way in, the cold comes to me as the
blues begin. Frozen tears here upon my face,
ice shatters as I think of you, of my heartaches,
Darling, I certainly got the blues.

Don't want to face these long lonely nights
ahead, sounds of silence playing in my head.
No room for pain, I cannot let it in,
trying to get through another lonely night,
will it ever end.

Pillows welcome my tired aching head, as I
lie back and try to erase all that you said.
These silken sheets, the only comfort I have tonight,
wine glass spills and releases the red color of pain,
flowing solfly as the blues consume my night again.

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  • (3/27/2006 12:42:00 AM)


    I cannot keep climbing these walls,
    my empty heart shattering, the pieces they
    fall

    我 无 法 继 续 攀 登 这 冲 入 云 霄 的 绝 壁 ,
    我 的 无 边 空 虚 的 心 灵 已 破 碎 了 啊 ,
    心 灵 的 碎 片 , 正 掉 下 我 脚 下 的 太 深 的 山 谷 ,
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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 27, 2006



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