Me and my blues sit in silence
At saline lake I no longer ponder...
Perhaps, my thirsty heart was drunk
And junked from its salty water.
No one's daughter is to blame...
When the altar unfolded unforgettable
My pinky felt that sweetest flame,
Indelible words yet still forgivable.
A poet needs to be miserable
And those golden lips were different afar...
So I used my contriteness as something ineffable
And I desperately wished upon a dying star.
I needed colors — my world was dull...
All those flirtation were vibrant illusion
Sought to fill in the deepest hole
Psychotic, that it supported my delusion.
A woman finds nothing to lose or worry
In a man she’ll never choose nor marry.
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 10:47 AM UTC
Me and my blues sit in silence
At saline lake I no longer ponder...
Perhaps, my thirsty heart was drunk
And junked from its salty water.
No one's daughter is to blame...
When the altar unfolded unforgettable
My pinky felt that sweetest flame,
Indelible words yet still forgivable.
A poet needs to be miserable
And those golden lips were different afar...
So I used my contriteness as something ineffable
And I desperately wished upon a dying star.
I needed colors — my world was dull...
All those flirtation were vibrant illusion
Sought to fill in the deepest hole
Psychotic, that it supported my delusion.
A woman finds nothing to lose or worry
In a man she’ll never choose nor marry.
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