Why so Blue?
when you are so beautiful
lost in sorrows
that don't even exist
trying to be someone else
while you are better off like this
being you, so beautiful
so perfect, in so many ways
being tricked, by the illusion of days
more special, than special
I wish I could express
but the words don't exist
so I can't address
the pleasures of your presence
just you being present;
is a gift.