when I get the blues

your touch implied
your glances expressed
your lips uttered
your tongue danced
your hands molded
your walk convened
what never was
my skin reacted
my eyes sparkled
my lips responded
my mouth enfolded
my hips changed
my legs followed
what will never be

———————-
when i get the blues
and the blues get me
papa we are messed
not fit for company

when i get the tears
and they really come down
papa it ain’t fun no mo’
it ain’t a pretty sound

when i get like this
you don’t get it at all
papa you just up and leave
no one to catch my fall

when i get the blues
and you run so far away
papa can’t just come back
no place for you to stay

for my heart is closed
my engine out of juice
nothing for you here
papa i got the blues

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