1,2,3..

She sang

Played guitar strings..

1,2,3

Her finger played

Slowly…

Beautiful melodies

of harmony

sweetly,

She sang my story

Pouring her heart out

I dropped a tear

 Sang she

singing my pain…

Darker,

Scarier

It got

It was all Reality to me

But folk tale to her

1,2,3

Guitar strip

 She played

Slowly..

She looked at me

To see my reaction

She Smiled..

Was that Mockery ?

I asked myself

One…

Two…

Three..

She stopped

the folk tale ended

but my Misery continued..