Blue Moon1 min 359 1 min 359
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.