twisted melody.

Remember when I could sing,

in a resounding melody, of your name?

Tall you grew but for my song,

crippled was my name in so cheap fame.

My melody grew wiser and tender;

massaging your poison-appled heart to the core.

Like a pianist's fingers that are slender,

I yearned for my melody softer you'd grow.

But again you waved a ticket to a Piper's heart,

lighting a rather girlish grin on my face.

I cleared a froggy-becoming throat-

that once exalted you in a reaffirmed world space.

Amazed be not,

if my melody will twist:

piercing to the bosom of your heart-

to contravene your never-rivaled peace.

Bunguswa Writes.