Saturday, May 25, 2013

My Melody

My notes, my notes,
My notes cry out,
I cannot play or entone
Any of them at all.

My prose reported
But it's not a true anymore,
There's nothing to save
That I can watch

My melody
That I can't sing,
My melody,
My melody
That I can put in,
My melody.

I hate your bye, I hate your bye,
I hate your bye and maybe I'll not back,
I would liked, I would liked,
I would liked to be more that one time,
More that one time.

Chapter V: My Universe.

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