smoke on the water

I won't regret that all I can be for you is
me
the plural way I think to see
and
glory fades the afternoon glee
you
wake to find dead crows in a tree
have
everything mixed within your tea
made
special by a memory
so
selfish is silent misery
much
different from lyrics of melody
life
waiting for all that it could be
together
in dissonant harmony