Go on your melody of flute!
I could accompany sounds' flowing,
But now my heart's a dirty fruit
Of your fake smile, so bright glowing.
Go on your melody of flute!
I liked you, but you pushed away me.
In that polite, but yet cold mood,
Perhaps, with laugh you simply played me.
Go on your melody of flute!
I was in hope, but in delude.
Extract your ear-pleasant notes...
I'm not a flute, - and with a heart.
And if you think it doesn't hurt,
What's worth your dissonant accords?
@ 2008-06-28 10:40