Our bed is the epitome of careless love
singing,
_“Blue caress, blue sheets, blue dove”_
But creaking like broken bones
And eyes so sleep deprived
This voice was cracking
And failed to verse the final line.
So this is what we call rosy then
A bare thorn without a flower?
Your music transparently
repeats our chilling song
But still you sing,
_“Blue promise, blue jay, blue flame”_
And with the softest blow
We always fade away
As bells softly chime
A ringing cry,
_“Blue dreams, blue freedom, blue winged bird of mine.”_
Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 7:06 AM UTC
Our bed is the epitome of careless love
singing,
_“Blue caress, blue sheets, blue dove”_
But creaking like broken bones
And eyes so sleep deprived
This voice was cracking
And failed to verse the final line.
So this is what we call rosy then
A bare thorn without a flower?
Your music transparently
repeats our chilling song
But still you sing,
_“Blue promise, blue jay, blue flame”_
And with the softest blow
We always fade away
As bells softly chime
A ringing cry,
_“Blue dreams, blue freedom, blue winged bird of mine.”_