I’m writing your music blue;

That’s what I hear from you—

Your mellow tunes

Inside your room

Resound so loud with gloom.


We used to sing together;

Didn’t matter the despair—

You’d strum your song,

I’d sing along;

The world we used to share.


Now, you seem to own the world;

You wouldn’t mind my hurt—

E’er cold to me,

You choose distrust;

Forgotten all our past.


I write it blue; I hear it blue.

I hope you hear it too.



~by OKaren