no time to stop and reflect
before it's time to go
I'm in up to my neck
I can't think for myself
reasoning just won't do
my mind spins on its axis
my thoughts are far from few
everyone is wanting something
I think there is nothing left
I am dusting off my soul
my spirit has started to drift
my heart is palpitating
trying to figure out what to do
I can't remember a day
when I didn't have the blues
I start to make a list
by the light of the crescent moon
listing all the ways
that you left me the blues
still I write it down
what else is there to do
and scrawled across the top
it starts with "I love you"
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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