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..