Blue Balls, I wonder did anyone really check and what about having The Blues, tears reflecting the inside or the outside of the bluest sky or ocean. Why Blues… I can’t remember the color of her panties, or her eyes, there was only darkness; ah love.
Was there no other color?
Just blue
When your clothing flew
Heart a flutter
Now I shutter
Love of a girl I never knew
Because I do love you
You and no other
This just wasn’t lust
To see you naked
I’d take it
But it was love
Ask why I cry
Under this blue sky
Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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