Regression

It may be sunny

You may be sweet

But still my eyes see only feet

For I can't look at you

I can't smile

And conversation may take a while

Sorrow, sorrow

What must I do?

To appear indispensable to you

Woe, vicious woe

A word in your ear

If I steal a kiss

My doubts may disappear

And though the red rose deepens

The mists will wash away

Because from depression I stole a kiss

And kept my thoughts at bay

Oblivion is easy

Broken is better

But I shall take the long road

Of perpetual stormy weather

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[Ed Hart]

never leave home without your umbrella