Giving up and,

giving in…

a writers’ pain,

a lovers’ dream.

 

Blue moons come,

and blue moons go,

the pain remains,

of losing you.

 

The thought of,

having you no more,

is like the song,

without the score.

 

To give you up,

without a doubt?

but only when,

the blue moon’s out.

 

© Blue Moon  08.09.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Blue Moon Blue (Photo credit: Hialean)