True Blue

I'm here again,
yup, I know,
shoot down that migraine,
sweat under brow.

Let me hear that bark, though.

True Blue is my color,
some know,
some see beyond it,
so I'll paint again,
watercolor,
I hear the chains on your collar.

The jingle belonged to you before me,
those chains on my belt, debris like me,
now the Blue Moon sings to thee.

In the dreamscape you chase,
and I run alongside you,
into our secret hiding place.

My room like no other,
nothing but clutter.

So hide with me,
and bark,
my guardian angel monarch.

I turn the keys in the ignition,
look out the window,
feel that breeze?

Here we go again,
into more moments like these.

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