The moon is blue
Gloomy is the night sky
Where are the stars going?
The clouds are black
Set is the sun
Where is her wishing star?
The eyes are tired
Drying is the tears
What does she stare at?
Her mind is fazed
Shattered is the pieces of her heart
How to contemplate even more?
The moon is blue
And so does she
What should she *do?
this is not a poem on love or what. i just have no idea why i'm feeling so blue. it's just, i'm not in the right mood
