THE BLUE MOON
My hearts ain’t forlorn; pale
Singing that ole winter’s tale
I lie on sand; cold seizing my veins
Thinking how we felt pouring rain;
Sky seemed a remedy
Taking me away from those piano melodies;
No fear anymore; underneath my skin
All that’s lurking are soaring flames of sins
Groaning waves sing the songs of my heart
Salting my scars; piecing together our past
Stars shying to embrace this dark night
Bowed down trees; afraid to put up a fight
I’m a face you used to know
A belated love; frozen beneath snow
As I lay; I remember the nights of June
As I sang for you songs of moon
But as winter winds return its due
All I have, all I see
Is a lifeless blue moon
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