Blue passion

The hearts a traitor.
It comes to steal the moment.
I wish it would just steal the past.
Blue passion on a bridge between hope and giving up.
Might aswell fill the riverbed in...
As dry weather reigns.
Rain clouds immigrate to some great paradise where all marks of beauty have been carved into some godly statue.
What goodness here will they censor.
Ideas and whims destroyed, blue passion, hungry, waiting.
A prison for the innocent heart.
Those who´d blast disappointments cannons but to see a trace of heart break.
Blue passion ignites like a gas flame.
Why wont it burn the past and clean my path to greener pastures?
Insted of @#$% like a poor neighbours cow.