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Blueberry Blues

Poetry By: Espressoyourself
Romance



What's left is what's right.


Submitted:Apr 8, 2012    Reads: 11    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Blueberry Blues

We all have those nights

Nothing's right and the world spins left

And all that's left is a silly street corner and

Silly garder snakes slipping and quickening

Along the Stanley Park pathways of ten years ago.

And I wonder tonight if it's me that's not right

Or if luck simply left me for a moment or two

I feel blue- blue like a blueberry left for too long

Or that song about not being green- and I know

He's not meaning to hurt, and this song

It's something no one sing's along to, but everyone

Knows the words to. And everyone cries to

Sometimes, when rhymes seem forced;

When life strips the sun from the spring

And that funny show you watch seems too far away

And you sway to the beats, even as you feel…

Cheated somehow. Your head hurts, and behind

Your lookers, hot salt cooks and waits

And you make yourself feel strong by holding

The sodium in as you watch another young girl

Climb the podium and hold him high above her.

I'm having one of those nights

Nothing's left, even if the world spins right

And I'm standing, silly, on this street corner,

And I'm slipping and quickening my pace

And I want to lay my hand on ten years ago

Because at ten years old, I was always right,

And I'd know that my luck hadn't left forever.

The weather will grow blue and

The blueberries will bloom again.





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