| I thought I could wait forever but I'm not cutout for waiting. Days come and go and I'm alone with only memories fading, And no hope that your promise of tomorrow will include us. Your tomorrow's but a dream and my tomorrow's are precious. You sit on your throne, Boy Bleu, and view the world passing Like clouds on a summer's day, pictures suggesting reality. Yet, pictures, none the less. Pretty pictures that seduce, but Thieves that rob the essence, the soul of my Boy Bleu. And you give them free passage to leave you cold and empty too. Like the man that I found going no where, no where bound. Ah, the comfort you find in that throne room so bare, The illusions of life with no challenge or care. No awareness at all that fear holds you there. No feelings, Boy Bleu, for the one sitting here. Such a short time has passed when you were on fire? Your heart was alive and it sang with desire Of living and loving and casting out doubt. What could have happened to put the flame out? You've lied to yourself, now you lie to me too That the essence of life is a copy of you. But the essence of life is the freedom to soar And to fly with your friends, but you've shut the door. My dearest Boy Bleu, you've returned to your cave And the secrets you bear you'll share with your grave. I'm crying for me but especially for you. Cause I'm free to move on, and I'll miss you Boy Bleu. You'll remain in my heart, and your mystery too. How I'll miss you sweetheart, how I'll my my Boy Bleu. |
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| Night.Owl |