End Of The Drama

It was the programme's ending,

I was resting alone,

Everyone their pics were exchanging,

But I was searching for my treasured stone,

As the solitary reaper,

I was ransacking her,

The will of taking photos getting deeper,

But I didn't, it was blur,

In my eyes, taking picture,

Wastes our precious time of meet,

But now I'm broken down, thoughts not richer,

Make me feel sob, the memories so sweet,

How much I cry on my fate infernal,

Didn't and won't find any acceptable angel.