I will not write about love.
No sooner than I had you,
Did I lose you;
You chose to go.
You chose,
You chose.
No.
I will not write about love.
*No more tendrils,
No more pain.
Just sleep,
shh, just sleep, My Dear.
I beg you,
Do not wake.*
I will not speak of love.
To have it,
Yet know nothing of it.
Just murmurs in the night.
Secrets.
I will not speak of love.
*No more hunger,
No more need.
Just sleep,
shh, just sleep, My Dear.*