Don't speak,
it's better that I do not hear,
scrapings from the bottom of your heart,
slaughtering the last shred of hope I hold,
I am not ready to let you go,
an honest love realized much too late,
bears no relevence to you any more,
why would her lips so eagerly ask?
questions from ancient lives,
worries that plagued your mind,
why do they concern you still?
I cannot free providence,
if it begets resurgence,
all ill that escaped my mouth,
my feet did never follow.
clumsy words that misled,
a harrowing tale with no truth,
that gave you impetus for indolence.
Conditioned to lose,
I send my message to you.