You stopped me from writing
You said wait until 2018
Then assess my feelings
If I still feel the same
Before I go publishing
The poem I've written
During that time when everything was on whirlwind

I've patiently waited
As I've promised
It's fine now, isn't it?
I am now opening my tight-sealed lips
To tell of an untold fairy tale
That no matter how tragic
I believe, hasn't ended yet