JUST FOR THE BLUES

The wheels were set in motion,
The wind was ruffling my hair,
I felt the centre of gravity shifting,
Everyone was in black.

The evening was bright and gay,
The cry of a dying heart went unheard,
Over the sounds of laughter,the sound of a silent smile.
It was to be a night of mixed emotions.
All in all the perfect emotion was one of confusion,
And I felt that somehow it was a compromise.

I dont know whether I was present there,
But I certainly remember that I had left.
A last glimpse through a pane,through pain.
Something shattered,but somehow it was not the glass.......

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