Blue are the feelings that live inside me
Dead dreams in my heart catered the seed of bitterness
That grows into vines wrapped tight around my heart
Stopping it from nurturing a budding hope
A drop of dew came down one day
Signifying the possibility of anew
Too little influence it had on the dead soil
But it loosened the cluttered vine a little
The heart tried to make a slower beat
Exploring the new room around it
It seems like déjà vu
And somehow less blue