Tuesday, June 4, 2013

The Last Recital

Now, my wretched entrance
There is a little miss
While I do my paramount to battle the waterworks
She is glaring at me

At the offstage, that miniature misses
Sitting in a oversee
Two tender pointers on apiece other
While she gazes and listens
To my tier

As the miss gets to discern me
She gets further and more
Step by step, she gets carried away by the air
The little miss can't control her crying
She takes her way outside and leaves me

 
Although the melody came at its end
Now, I won't hum about the bygone
This sad air

 p/s: she doesn't mean a girl..he doesn't mean a guy..