colors of goodbye.

white; for dumb bosses

black; for dad

yellow; for a demanding partner

brown; for a pen pal

green: for your eyes

red; for a silky lingerie

pink; for wanting her

orange; for a hungry soul

purple: for a hug

blue; you, yourself, and the blues.

rainbow; for death.

 

 

 

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Manhattan..

she is leaving tonight..

to a destiny; everlasting..

meaningless blossoms..

can not taste tulips..

feel my heart beats; never mind her now..

Manhattan, play the blues till dawn..

she dances alone..dark brown lips..

come back home and astonish the wolf again and again..

her curves sways…satin slim tiny dress..

hazel eyes; sick illusions…

lost in lust, com on over and play it now..

loneliness to sue you..

judged to fade in a desert..

do not be afraid…snakes went to Miami..

will be back with a divorce..

 

..call Dad..

Out of sadness.. Into depression..

Wasting your life; no love in the horizon..

Alternate loneliness and despair.

Can never cry out what so ever;

Even when bleeding, Even once blessed.

Can never shout it: damn it..

Sacrifice your existence, for happiness, if ever.

Is it worth it? are you willing to?

Surely; today at least! Otherwise,

Will you be granted another chance, if ever?

Then, would you answer someone’s whispers:

Till when you can still swallow a life that stinks?

Now, call Dad: Just can not keep on playing the Blues anymore.