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
Copyright © Karen Jones | Year Posted 2025
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