A Story of Melancholy

Over a lamp post in a street I found a piece of paper As I rest my tired feet And perceive all their anger I am a woman with dream A dream that will never be true Even the most beautiful moonlight beam For I always think of you You were with me as I WAS with you I can at least remember them Because I can never say again that I AM with you And for the first time I realize I'm in a lonely den For such an obstacle like this I cant surpass Bemused by the fate I now live Affronted by own pieces like a broken glass As I walk towards your blooming grave