How can I reply
when my tongue has blisters
from the words left stuck and unsaid?
I can't hurt you
because I know what pain feels like.

Let the orange crack of dawn
smile at the day
and welcome new hours of your life.
Let the radiating sun,
heat up the skies,
warming your insides with new hopes.
Let happiness filter through you,
and seep into the crevices of your broken heart.
Despite the promised darkness of the night,
dawn will come back singing its song
and you will be awaiting it
having already memorised its tune.

Maybe if bitterness was not my language,
You would've held on to our conversations.
Maybe if bitterness wasn't in my eyes,
You wouldn't have turned to look at her instead.

I like music and catchy tunes
but the song that is your voice
is my favourite one yet.