blue monday

Tumultuous again, after all that steady.
Thought I owned it then they come falling back in the picture again;
smiling and promising without words.
I silently accept the bargain forgetting the smoke I will meet in their place.
Such a beautiful illusion it is that fools me every time.
So sweet that ends so sour.
Climb back up and accept it all for what is is;
sobering of drunkeness that you call love;
the dream of love anyway.