Blues on You

Shuttering winds cast 'round the streets
as I pull you with my charm.
I heard she claimed her blues on you.

We often pass in reflection,
How careful we step,
Afraid of breaking the egg before it's allowed to hatch.

Your number still remains on my counter waiting for a time.
A connection is all that's needed, but I love to pull my charm on you.
The roses are in bloom, yet dead flowers remain in this empty room.

© 1988 Sonja Phinney

I'm Still Driving Your Heart Away

I remember
The mask you wore for me.
Night and day.
The alcohol driving your heart away.
Our struggles thrown and begged.

The love behind the mask
Bound inside,
Unwilling to show.
I see you now, ‘bout once a year
And cry the love behind the mask.

© Sonja J. Phinney Sep 1989