Sunday, March 8, 2009

The day you called to play

I remember I once told you
On the day you called to play
Do not make me lose the game
And feel really sad one day

And yet you decided to triumph
By not speaking a single thing
Put on yr crown and laughed out loud
“Ha-ha, I am the king!”

A block of wood, I thought you were
And still I’m thinking that now
I am your servant, I am your slave
“Oh hail oh hail” I bow

I thought about the unplanted kiss
How foolish I had been
And yet I feel so lucky
Escaping troubles unforeseen

Your image, vivid in my mind
Has lost, though, all its color
It feels so empty, black and white
In that lonely parlor

You’ve not yet spoken, I don’t understand why
It’s your way of gloat, I guess
And yet my heart, you’d taken away
Still loves you no other less

Oh haul your majesty! Oh hail oh hail!