You and Me and Ella


we are a cliché

here in the darkness
of this quiet café

one candle
dripping down the wine bottle slope

and Ella is on the stereo

she sings pure
and I cry soft

I want my blues to be as beautiful as hers

but you keep standing in the way
with your everything will be okay

you will not let me wallow
like I want to

in the shadows
of the café where Ella sings

where you will go
and I will stay

 

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