All the stars wept, the sky bled blue,
my moon died, singing why, bled blue.
Craters on half-moon, upside down hue,
Autumn erases the summer, the sky bled blue.
The stadium erupted in a loud green,
but in my heart, secretly, I bled blue.
Weeks later the walk was still red,
The broken ledge, tired, I bled blue.
The red sun, set away from the moon
to paint their twilight, her cry bled blue.
Patches of cotton-candy, skies shudder,
As the moon through its cry, bled blue.
It was a perfect night to tell him the news,
It came, the earth cracked, the sky bled blue.
When a star dared to escape the horizon,
We all made wishes, and the sky bled blue.
Rose gifted, its aroma inhaled, a moan heard,
As she left, both the rose and his sigh bled blue.
Her heart pained red,
white lie bled blue.
The ocean rebuked over, pain to each other,
Where I bleed, and thy bled blue.
Terrible heart beats loud
And the black sky bled blue.
Rumi was sent to hell,
and Mordecai bled blue.
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