You make me mad yourself, then say me 'you are mad'...
And that's not the only reason which is making me so sad...

You stopped loving those things, you once used to love so much...
And that's not the only step which you have taken so bad...

Your silver bangles talk to me and softly tell me everything...
But earrings shout too loud when they have something to add...

I'll pick all these stars and fill the sky with my words...
So it can shower poems on you when will see you being glad...

You don't want to talk to me and it will be very hard for me...
I may no longer laugh again or may wander like a lost nomad...