Blue Cover

I know it’s him

I know it’s you

Always trading places

With numbness, dappled blue

Fiddling with a platinum shadow,

An instrument that feels pleasure

Testing my secrets, tenderly impressive

I know it’s me,

Convincing tears

With a husky voice

From blurring my destiny

That always awaits,

Is it truly too late,

I ask, to belong,

With a heart-shaped mind,

That knows how to breathe and pause

Allowing life to unfold

So lovely, inside

But, I turn and see

It’s the blue cover

Under which, you shroud your smile

It’s a slow uncover,

Of his radiant lie.