Poetry & Self-Awareness

Blue moon

full moon

it seems like you only love me on a full moon

I have to catch you on the right mood

when you’re in tune

I ask if you’re ready to love me and you tell me soon

maybe in June

I know I’m doomed

my flowers will never bloom

I need to react

but I’m immune

I’m stuck in gloom

when I think you’re ready I assume

and you blow up in fumes

I’ll wake up in June