you think you can insult me with your charm
you think you can insult me with your beauty
you think you can insult me with that mind of yours
and if you speak
and even if you are so sentimental
your sighs still ring heavily in my broken showers
why am I so deadened
beaten down
by my own definition of what you are
you creep to those trees in my land
growing along side me
watching the season come and go with me
that is what you render to
resort to
should you dry yourself off in the cloak of
shame and timid everyday
just bring an end to me and this
bring and end
or atleast say something
actually
maybe silence should be kind