The End of My Story..

At the end of my story
We would not live happily ever after..
At the end of my story
I picture you
Going with another guy
Hand in hand
Arm in arm..
And I picture myself
Lonely and sad
Half-naked, on the beach,
And look
Wind is coming,
Hooh, it's cold!
Look at the sky,
It seems as if it's getting purple

It's getting dark..
And it's already raining, I feel
Thank god I've still got the fire,
And my hot cup of tea..!


Where's my book of poems?
Ha! I remember. I should have ignited the fire somehow..
Let me recall..
I remember
It was a story
Written in the form of heroic couplets
And guess what,
I was the hero,
or anti-hero? :-?
Should heroic couplets have heroes at all?
I doubt :-?
Dunno, anyway..
I'm still trying to recall those parts
I wrote for you..
Yeah I'm trying

Hah!
Look who's here
She, I mean you..
Came out for a walk near the sea, huh?
It's getting cold dear,

Why isn't she wearing warm clothes? :-?
 
Isn't she beautiful..?
Yeah.. well..
Ok!

You see me,
Like always you turn your head
As if such man never existed
As if such love was never expresst..

You see me,
And you (...)

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