Finite bond
Born blues
Foul night
Bond blues
Surfacing at the break of interlude
Tough to break
The cloth of love
Never ending the tale of heart break
Foul night
Bond blues
Thrift searching
Hands holding
Nakedness uncovered
Asking “do you see my beauty”
Beauty I saw
Staring at her
She, flowing with sweet sweet
Jazz
Foul night
Born blue