A Sense of Blue
It’s the heart of the oceanIt’s a cold icey on a warm summer dayAnd the smell of wet rainIt’s the sparkle of a poolIt’s a sad somber feeling you get when you’re aloneIt’s the rain plop-plopping on the roof like a jazzy tuneIt’s the orchestra sound on their ending noteIt’s the taste of cold water I’m sharing with youIt’s the sound of birds singing a good morning beatIt’s a compressed jar just waiting to popIt’s the feeling of hope, and disappointment, and a pinch of glory to spread aroundEveryone has blue Continue reading A Sense of Blue