Don't communicate
You really should see that
it's too late
Don't look for me
You deserve to
gaze at the one
who cares
Don't remind me
of the past
You can't be that slow
only to become so fast
Don't worry
You have bigger matters at hand
beside my masochistic quicksand
Don't talk
Can't you realise
You shut up and throw the key
from out of the lock
into the sea
I said would love us more
if we would stop wishing with coins
and living on dollar dreams

-cj