Be Gone Blue Moon:The Awakening©
Good Grief Angel White
there is so much bad day and night,
nothing good can come of
me here and you up above.
There is never any good to grief
even reaching out no relief,
every single day gets worse
when not(picked up)by the hearse.
Each time that i rise
i can't look into your hazel green eyes,
thru them such beauty was seen
now only darkness in-between.
In-between my world each corner
there is no light of day ever,
only when i join you will i see
the light which on earth went out for me.
I'll go to sleep to a blue moon mistake
till it turns gold don't let me wake,
i'll have no peace or no glow till i lie
in the arms of my treasured guy!
Copyright©2012
Sally
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