Tales

She is crying in the rain

But I can see her pain.

I talked to her and listen to her tale.

My God, I made her turn away.

There is a girl wearing her yellow cardigan

She was ignored by everyone

I talked to her and listen to her tale

My God, she drowns herself in the deep bale.

I saw a boy, wondering in the carnival

He is crazy, that is literal.

I talked to him and listen to his tale.

My God, he died with a loving vale.

Everyday, I see someone

Lurking in the deep ocean.

I listen to their tales.

But my God, I made them turn away.

My pal was crying in vain.

She was at the middle of the lane.

I talked to her and listen to her tales.

Yes, she did not run away.

I talked to them

But let them turn away.

And now this girl.

Made me a piece of vain.

Every time she stumble,

I am there to listen her tale.

I gave good words from heaven.

Then, she went back to her haven.

I talked to them

But let them turn away.

And now this girl.

Bit by bit turning me to vain.

Rainbow turned to grayscale drawings.

Colors are dying from my paintings.

And again this girl, was crying at the railings.

I think I will just..... Run away....

I am tired of listening those tales.

The tales of death, the tales of the colorful scenery

Turning into red scenery.

I will just run away

Lives are full of cavalcades

Demons conquers and invades.

Even the richest, turn away.

Leaving their golds, rushing to their caves.

And again this girl

Told my mate she WILL

Cry again in the deep vale.

I am tired listening to her white tale.

I am now a complete vain.

I am the now one who feel pain.

The one who lurks in their deep oceans.

My feelings were unnoticed by everyone.

The one who listens to their vales.

Was hit by the arrows of the owners of the tales.

Why am I feeling their pain?

Why am I the one who has no coat in the rain?!

She is crying in the rain

But I can see her pain

I will just walk away.

I lost interest anyway.

There is a girl wearing her yellow cardigan

She was ignored by everyone

I will just walk away.

Not interested anyway.

I saw a boy, wondering in the carnival

He is crazy, that is literal.

I will just ignore.

The one that I helped before.

My pal was crying in vain.

She was at the middle of the lane.

I let her be.

Bitten by a killer bee.

I don't want their tales anymore.

They will just turn away.

Now, I am in pain.

Who will be there, to listen my tale?