Enduring self-inflicted pain,
And fighting mixed emotions,
To be immune with what’s known.
I enjoy but somehow struggle
For holding a good conversation.
It’s no retreat or surrender.
Otherwise, is what I would not dare.
I want my mama on the phone,
To say, ‘’Momma I need you.’’
‘Coz I say, ‘’Hello, how are you?’’
To a chatty blue-eyed man in person.
Why not green or hazel or whatever.
But I guess blue, in my eyes, became
pleasing.
This paranoia is funny I might as well
play.
C’mon see my eyes turning blue, even
bluer than blue.
After hours I survive without any
scratch,
But worn out by these two graying
friends of mine.
Ma’am Ann and Sir Sigmund, cheers!
For calling me in for a fun long
conversation.
~ Dizzy ~
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