Loving A Blues Man

Photo Inspiration: The legendary Robert Johnson

Black like licorice

Which I hate

Except when it’s in the form of you

Black like the berry

Which I think are so tart

Except when I get a taste of you

Black like the bruise on my heart

The same bruise you created when you left

Something you said you would never do

You and I were meant to be

A forever kinda love

Dancing through life to the sound of

Your guitar and down home blues

In the French quarter at the stroke of midnight

With the Baron playing his wicked tricks

On unsuspecting tourists

We’d pass by laughing at his naughty ways

Those days are long gone

Now there’s countless nights where I whisper your name on a falling star

Tears cascading down my face

For a love never to be returned and never replaced

A love that is loss from a cruel sickness called fame

That reached inside and took ahold of your very being

Causing you to make a deal that

Would sacrifice everything we believed in

Legba’s hold on you is something I just can’t fight

He took your soul and my promises of forever

Breaking my heart

As I watch you run off at sundown clutching your guitar

With the sound of hellhounds chasing you into the night

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