More Better Blues

Baby,
you give me more better blues...
The kind that sits around and lingers
in the bedroom
where we used to...

Its the kind that keeps my eyes wet,

sore;
my heart withered and cold;
my wineglass full.
Its the kind that answers your phone
asking "Hello?"
I say,
baby its blue because it isn't red!
It isn't us...
our fire
You and I.
Take these blues away
I'll trade them in for a lighter shade
a sunny white day
where you know the right things to say.
If you were here,
I'd put your hands and mouth to good use...
Your hands will wipe these tears away
and your mouth will utter two little words.

But,
you give me more better blues...
Keeps my pen busy for weeks
    nights
trying to decipher all of this blue you've placed upon me
    haunting me
Sitting in a smokey room
congested with all that you had to say
and all I did not want to hear.

Reviews

[Kevon]

I like the word play,and the subject matter kudos

[poddar kushal]

i like the use of imaginations reflecting on your selfsure words