Day Of Hearts Blues

 

She looked to be feeling

Not right in her shoes

Perhaps just suffering

The day of hearts blues,

Who knows the feelings

Some seem to swim in

Wearing their sadness

Like a broach or a pin,

She drank her espresso

As if it were rye

And left the sensation

That she wanted to cry.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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