Little Boy Blue

Jennifer Paige©1996

Little boy blue

Boy blue like you

Blue-black bruises at midnight

Appear the morning after

After you’ve sobbed your blue sobs

Shed your blue tears

Happy Sunday

Misty Monday

You always did prefer the drizzle to the rain

Floating through your blue melancholy

You’re little boy blue

So run like the wind

Into the rainy fields of your mind

Livid angels spark your curiosity

In their bloody robes

 And broken wings

Bidding you home with their eyes

But you’ve already been to hell

Boy blue

Been there and back

Too many times to ever be pleasant

At home you are a peasant

A boy

Free labor

A convenient punching bag

Stay in your blue world

Boy blue

Fly there like a little blue bird boy

Skimming the translucent sky

With wings so pristine

So white

So holy

So sure they’ll keep you aloft

Above the devil’s ground below

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