Indigo

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© moonchild
When I am a painter
I’ll grace your neck with my sable brush
When I am a writer
I'll use a quill for your elegies
Not much of a baker
But my creations come out alright
And I’m not a dancer
So watch your feet cause I just might
When I’m syncopated
Be sure to accent my upbeat
Darling I’m elated
To know your rhythmic intimacies

You should know
The blues hit me quite hard
It can be sudden babe
But it don’t last too long
You should know
The blues hit me indigo
Out of nowhere
They come and they go

When I am nocturnal
I’ll paint the rings underneath your eyes
When I wanna sleep in
I'll steal your lips when we finally rise
Can’t sing like the birds do
But I will croon to my heart’s content
And light up a smoke, dear
Some pleasures are to my detriment
Can’t sing like the birds do
But I will croon to my heart’s content
And light up a smoke, dear
I just might quit after this next hit