Once, the blue moon spoke.
Twice, her innocence broke.
Thrice, the life she wanted escaped from her hand.
And her dream, then again, levigated like sand.
It all happened a month after. Long after the moment she saw you smile.
She met you and felt the strength wanting to go for a mile.
Because once, she dreamt about her true love.
But twice she told herself that it was all a tale—a crown, a treasure, a happy ending she can’t have.
Once, in a race between three hearts, she wanted to take the risk to won.
But once again, she’s just a girl wanting and waiting to move on.