by 7

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.