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*One Blue Day*

One blue day
You'd sit in your thoughts
Relax on your memories
And whip your regrets
Each with a tear drop
Running down your cheeks
Like a pretty little girl
Wearing a lawn of wilted roses

Each blues sung by artists
Would carry someone you missed
The mild winds
Would cleanse your bleeding heart
And the song birds
Will sing the lyrics only your cheeks understands
'Cause it would give way
For your weak dentition to dance

On that day
You'd love to love like a teenager
But your eligible wrinkles
Would snatch your vigour
Your sagged lips
Would steal the pleasure in kisses
Your heartbeat
Would count the days gone by

Only then
Will your pride strip naked
Your fears escape with a deep breathe
Your hurts multiply like bees
And your tears would console you
'Cause you were never human
You scalded your flesh
With your past pains

You'd be friends with time
Counting your remaining days
You're an Island
Running from your "what ifs"
Running from the present
Running from the future
Running from love
On one blue day...

©Achi Gp Nuel

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