Blue This YearA Chapter by Joshua Randall
Blue This Year
Hey Baby, well maybe,
I’ll just keep singin’,
Just keep reason, believin’ s**t won’t stay lingered,
Fallen, too see ourselves, in telescopes.
Starrin’ up to the sky, so high,
It is, and I believe s**t won’t stay lingered,
And I just keep wishin’,
And no, baby wishes, aren’t comin’ true
Always road blocks
An’ waitin', an’ waitin'
For nothin to happen, still waitin' for you
Blue, the sea is.
And shootin' stars aren't til' next year,
and then next year.
But I don’t, need to be your f****n’ angel,
This year, but hell,
Baby, maybe. I’m wishin you were mine.
And damn baby, it must be the weather,
Cuz this blue won’t fade together.
Some words; unspoken, baby.
I think maybe, you could hear em’
if you listened closely
But I know that I’ve fucked it hard, baby
Crazy, maybe; but I hope one day,
Like today, you’ll see our shootin' stars,
Then maybe, baby you’ll be mine.
With our arms wide
open, and your face to my heart
If we wouldn't float apart,
Placed in sun, where it burns, burns,
You’ll be mine. Baby…
Given to mine, maybe
Caught thinkin,' this year?
Blue This Year
Written By; Joshua Randall
Session IV: Eventually
© 2012 Joshua Randall
Eventually - Session IV, Ages 21 - 23
AboutI've written the first fantasy book out of its trilogy and am currently signed. In my spare-time, I write poetry, songs, and journal entries. Cheers *I have no interest in literary agents or publis.. more..