Iam blue, There is noone to talk to me, But I don't mind, I feel they don't need me, I'm blue and I'm sad, I need someone to talk to me, I feel there's something wrong with me, But I know it's not true, Cause I look fine, And I can do things if I cry, cause I know there's nothing, wrong with me, I'll hold my head high, And say I can do it, there's nothing wrong with me, let people say what they want, I'm lonely and I'm blue
Have you heard that song, "blue"? Just curious...it drives me crazy, seems to be full of nonsense, but catchy all the same, this tune. Very desolate poem here, Vandana. I hope you find some cheer within that will have you writing in more colors than one really soon!
Florida's Foreverly Shores