Blue Moon

The blue moon is the theif

that comes to steal

all of those things

that makes us feel-

feel those things

that keep us true

blue moon can only

 keep us blue

so recognize-when he comes

there's no room for him-none

tell blue moon

you refuse to be down

please move on

i dont want you around.

You have you life

and you will enjoy it

it's your life

dont let him spoil it

one life, one chance

only one you

dont allow blue moon-

to rub off on you.

Shake it off-move  on

dont let him ride

though sometimes-

it feels different inside

life is precious

and so are you

so today blue moon

is no longer blue.

 

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