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The Blues Port

The Blues  
The melody to match a sinking heart rate when the touch of love fools  
Rain drops falling on a glorious morning, stinging pelts to the skin when emotions have been overruled  
Sun no longer shines  
The savoring taste of love no longer compares to sweet wine  
The groove has gone  
Drowning sorrows of yesterday in the lyrics of a Blues song  
Heart, body, and mind all alone  
The Blues welcomes the sway of my hips all night long  
Sweet Melodies of the Heart  
Cannot be eclipsed by the Blues as the clouds and rain depart  
Echoes to the winds floating on the sounds of life’s Harp  
Cast my reel out...cast in…hey blue eyes, are you a male Carp  
Hey handsome, I’m from Philly…mmmm…wait, are you Big Willy  
Just in a great mood today  
What more can I say  
Stepping Back Feels So Free  
Please believe me  
Allow me to write about nothing, as my soul I keep  
Need a break, from writing so deep  
Mind...let’s go and romp on the beach  
Many lessons in life one must always teach  
Not today, if I have my way  
Ain’t No Sunshine When He’s Gone  
That has to be the most overrated song  
If Annie said tomorrow tomorrow, you’re only a day away  
The next day, my eyes enlarge in dismay  
I see the sun, blue skies, stars …my wondrous galaxy where I dance in merriment as I play  
The Blues says, hold up, down a bottle of whiskey and bed your sorrows the heart’s glorious claim to fame  
Pain is not my game  
Too much to do with my brain  
No loud echoes to hear under my name  
Well maybe the neighbors’ ears, hear of my bedroom skillful claims
Yes, as passion rips, while emotions dips and slips  
While bodies singing, scream my name, sorry, but no shame  
Sweet Melodies of the Heart says, I play for you as your voice is in union with mine  
Orchestra of the heart and the sound mind  
Ain’t No Sunshine When He’s Gone, says, I will be here when the pain becomes too bold to bare, and you do not have the comforts to give unto another heart to spare
Stepping Back Feels So Free, says, just wait …I’m still waiting for my fish to hook and bait
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
People all over the world have problems. And as long as people have problems, the blues can never die.

B. B. King
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