It's tiring to be loud

Yup it's tiring to be loud. I'll stay quietly in a corner next time.

LONELY SPECTATOR

Hello lonely spectator,
Why are you still here?
The lights are gone, the curtains are down,
The one you held so dear,
Is no longer here.

Stop the applause, stop the cheer,
She can't hear you if that's what you fear,
Her time is up, and she has stop,
Singing her song but she tried for so long,
Her pretty voice had croaked, her dress was soaked,
All the time mending,
Her lonely heart you broke.

Hello lonely spectator,
Can you keep a secret?
In every drunken fetor,
You lugged in every winter,
Your muse, your goddess, your lullaby,
She was dying to fly,
In the blink of an eye,
She sang a goodbye,
Meant for you, oh don't be sly,
She flew soon after you died.



I don't want to leave this cold room. Not even for a warm room if it meant not going to the gym for five days! Blubbery blubber laden doctors. HUH! you should give us a free gym!

This blog is stupid.