Muse is Blue

Loss is love leaving lavender lips dry As a sunless sky and moonless night As bothered as babe who’s red eyes cry And hollow as a jilted wilted barren bride You took love depriving my muse oxygen Weeping she waits for it to breathe again Cranberry kisses are no longer a dream No imaginary white wedding dress esteem Nothing borrowed not even the blues Only sorrow came when love left clues What are they you know them southern bell Dreamed of hoped for by white wishing well No Prince Charming tall dark and alarming Feeding fantasy with rainbows when storming Love is gone and perhaps reality laughs At rosy love song leaving aftermath black No longer painting days nor walking with sway Loveless life is one of strife Feeling some kind of way