Why are you so sad lovely?
Why does it always rain here
When you're near?
Why are these rainclouds above me
Blue? So blue.
So so blue.
No this colour doesn't suit you.
No, not you.
Why are you so sad my dear?
Why do I always find you here
At this bar?
With your tears and your beer
And your gaze set afar.
Aah, blue yonder.
Blue blue yonder.
No this colour doesn't suit you.
No not you.
Why are you so down sweetheart?
Why is your breath only made up of sighs?
Why do your precious tears part
So easily from your eyes?
Those eyes.
Those blue blue eyes.
No that colour doesn't suit you
Oh no, not you.
Why are you always so sad friend?
Why are you always so stuck in the past?
And why do you dream of your lifes end?
With that cold metal razor
And hot steaming bath.
Will you laugh,
When your blood and your body depart at last.
And red, so red.
Oh so so red.
This colour suits you.
(But that's best left unsaid).
Why are you so still now my sweet?
While I cradle you,
Soft,
In my arms;
And your heat it so quickly departs.
Your life was so sweet
Yet so short,
And so terribly fraught
With defeat.
Now you truly are blue.
So blue.
So so blue.
I told you my dear,
That it doesn't suit you.
Oh no, not you.
YOU ARE READING
Bloody Words
PoezjaPoems for the twisted souls who dance at night. The cauldron stirrers, aorta slurpers down right damned to hell life usurpers. We all have a dark side, I invite you to enjoy yours. For the broken and the damned walk amongst us every day.
