Miss Blue, look at you…
Sitting there looking out into the blue of night.
Out that window with that blank blue stare.
Pensive, it’s written on your face.
Deep in thought, looking so sad.
Driving down the boulevard of missed dreams.
Blue the color of your mood…
Blue the way you feel…
I wish I could change the color of your thoughts…
In a world full of cold and hurt.
Have you lost your way?
Alone tonight,
somehow you’ll try to make that right.
Blue,
the loneliness, you’ll never overcome.
It’s just your way…
Look at you in the background of blue…
So beautiful you can be…
I can’t believe you can’t really see.
Careful, I see you’re going to crash…
Running your life like no other can…
There is something in you that I see.
I know you don’t really want to hear…
Black and blue, your psyche has been become…
So impulsive, beyond your own control…
I think we been there before.
Never learning or changing,
from the harsh mistakes of life…
In a world full of cold and hurt. Have you lost your way? A question quiet universal to all the sensitive being who are yet alive on the surface. You, poet, also one of them. Good writing. Soft and touchy lines are much penetrative to the heart. Write more....... Regards, pranab 10
Many of your lines sound like old song titles and lyrics mixed together. It's kind of like a patchwork poem. A poet friend..RH Peat
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I would like to translate this poem
we all make mistakes in life. good read