Good-By Blues

The tears fell on my pillow, as I clinched the flower tight. The meaning of the color would keep me awake tonight. I found the single flower as I walked through the door. It had fallen off the table and, was laying on the floor. I bent down to retrieve it and the sweet scent filled my nose. I held it tenderly, admiring the, beautiful color of the rose. A letter from my love was sitting on a table close by. I picked it up joyously, to read words, that would make me cry. It seems, that he didn't love me words that he said weren't true. The rose was only a reminder, that's why the color was blue. No red, to say he loved me Not pink that's for a sweetheart, Nor yellow for the jealous lover Blue, forever we would be apart. Thorns pierce my fingers as the petals wilt within my hand. Good-by my precious blue rose, I'm moving on, you understand. For The Blue Rose Contest