Would you let me?

LET MY UMBRELLA OF FLOWERS HANGING FROM DYING TREES
CATCH YOURS TEARS THAT FALL FROM WHERE THE ANGELS SING


by the way,
the past has returned.
it's not me.
neither it's you.
being a story-teller taught me a lesson.
and that's a lesson for you to learn too.
you have had yours but not her.
looking back the time i sat on that chair and start tell tales
i thought nobody would listen.
but i was totally wrong.
you heard me.
you heard me screaming even when you're miles away.
you heard me sobbing even when you see i was laughing.
you heard me whining even when people thought i wasn't complaining.
you heard me swearing even when others were side-along cheering.

thank you. and very much thank you.