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
Copyright © Karla Null | Year Posted 2010
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