I have the carbon copy of love
Blue words from blue paper
Impressed into a receipt book
Like little blue birds of lettering
Oh, sadness tries to bring forth tears
Blue tears from a blue heart
Impressed into a receipt book
Like little blue birds of water drops
But they do not appear
The receipt book is left blank
The sorrows hover in my heart
Like a suspended rain, going nowhere
Oh, I have so many receipts processed by dreams
Dreams that use the blue carbon paper
To remind me of what I’ve paid to you
In tears
Mikes New Web 