Blue

As the sun goes down,

The blues return,

No matter what I do,

They insist to stay overnight.

Even though it’s the Sunday evening,

Everything should be happy and full of fun,

The blues suck the colors out of everything,

Creating a darker hue of blue,

How I wish they didn’t come,

To bid the weekend adieu.

Read Wonderful Nights here.

FLY, I SAY