Blue Moon

There used to be a time

When I wrote tonnes of love poems

And sent them to you at midnight.

Now they have a new bland spice

That paints my words a dark blue

Which used to be red and bright.

I'll keep them hidden in my chest

Hidden from you, you don't want them, you said.

.

But it's best for me, you said,

Right, dark blue has always been

My favorite hue.