Forgive me God I am a
sinner
Just give me one chance I wanna  see her
Decisions that I made I wish I could change
But I dont regret the time that I met
her.

It may be just a Picasso
blue period
I’m going through.

Or maybe it’s only
Winter’s darkness
not letting the clouds part
for the light of the Moon.

Why am I so sad at heart
whenever I write of you,
my woman of sorrow?

You, wrapped in your robe
like a blue, blue Picasso.