A jest,

Be my guest,

take a drink from from my glass.

I need nothing from you.

you're just a girl from my past.

A shadow of boredom,

a cold mental stare.

A dear little miser,

too golden to spare.

You keep to yourself,

and you hold your head high.

Dream without mourning,

and you will be mine.

A little too late.

A little too long.

Be with me broken one.

Sing me your song.