So here's my assignment in Literature which was based in a certain painting. Don't even know why I enjoy reading/writing poignant love stories. I think I didn't do well with the title and the last part because I was so sleepy when I made it. Haha.

A Melancholy Tune

I pluck the strings and think of you,

The soft melody reminds me of thou.

So soft, yet brittle,

A mellow, yet a fragile.

I pluck again and sadness sings.

The words run dry, it's stuck on strings.

As the tune fades to oblivion,

I thought how fast too you've gone.

I sing along to the lonely verse,

And blink on forlorn tears.

I search for bliss in setting skies,

Which can't exist in blunt goodbyes.

I pluck the strings repeatedly,

Trying to let thoughts of you flee.

I fill the room with the sound of the harp,

And there I saw what bliss felt like.

(The end though. I was like DEM Jea that escalated quickly. -_-)