why, what's wrong?*

sometimes everything, sometimes nothing, sometimes i don't even know.  

depression shows up uninvited and makes a home in my chest.

I
could
shower
myself
in
stardust
and
I
still
wouldn't
shine
as
bright
as
her*


                              B.S.

Men:   I will bring you the moon.

" Can you just bring me a sandwich?"

Royal, you was.
Even if you never occupy a castle.
You were the one at the throne of blue's kingdom.

Attracted millions to come see you.
And some into the field of blues.
Sure there was others probably better.

But in many cases, it takes one to make notes of things to others.
You sung-Just a little bit of love.
Which all it took was that.

Sung about no one loved you but your mother.
And states, she could be jiving too.
Oh, the thrill is not gone because you passed.

You left a legacy that will forever last.
Oh, no need for fans to be down hearted.
Or even depressed because facts are facts.

We can always sing, How blue can you get?
About the stories of doing your very best.
Just to be alerted by your lovers, you're not doing enough.

You had a whole lotta love.
Whether as Beale Street Boy.
Whether as Riley B long before the world knew you as BB King.

Yes, yes, you're forever here.
Simply because your music and legend will never disappear.

We crossed paths
I crossed a line
You crossed me off your list   
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