I'll take your hand and shake it
Congratulate you and inside my pocket
I'll take a letter that contains this
Little message I call a poem

I'll give it to you and then
I'll probably smile weakly but it's genuine
All my best wishes to you I'll send
Then I'll leave, holding my tears as much as I can

You see I wrote this way back when
She was mine and I was still her present
For some reason something happened
A battle we can never ever win

But anyway the reason I wrote this
For you and for her, but mainly for my peace
Cause there are things you should know, you really need
So jot down notes and to me you should heed

You should learn the art of making surprises
Not to force it to you, but that's what I've started
You should continue, so that she won't feel different
It doesn't matter what kind, just be consistent

Don't write her poems
I would like to leave that gesture as mine
To separate myself from you and from them
To trademark myself in her mind

Understand her vanity, it's what defines her
Support her confidence, don't make it crumble
She'll share this within you, you'll soon discover
So, won't you agree she's the most beautiful?

Be open to her, tell her everything
She likes to tell stories, make sure to listen
Be funny, keep her smiling and laughing
Even if being stupid is what it means

There will be times you'll feel unsure
Just always be reminded of your love for her
Do not let your love and faith falter
As her love for you will vanish next to never

Don't ever hurt her, oh don't you dare
Do remember that I still care
I will have the upper hand in case
You won't have it fair and square

Finally, love her like you'll never love again
Give her your full loyalty and be firm as you can
Because she is worth it and that is what she deserves
You'll never find anyone like her I swear

But still after all I wrote
I prayed that I won't need to pass this letter on
That I'll just keep this letter to myself
And will reread this in the future as a reminder

Because I don't want to leave her side
I don't want to be just her past
I want to be her present and future
And somehow prove that there is forever

However, if you were true
On second thought, I won't be giving this to you
No, because I don't want you to have a clue
Because I'll be bitter if she and I were through

Now, I am not even sure why I'm writing this
Maybe, just in case, I give this warning
To myself and to you, a future intruder
Or maybe, to at least have myself a souvenir

You have to drag yourself
Just to keep the dosh coming
To keep kinfolk from starving
Despite all these heavy lifting

You enter that poisonous atelier
Inside a cubicle, sit on your chair
Play staring games with computer screen
Drink a juice of coffee bean

That place, a modern day slavery ring
Where your ego is bruised and badly beaten
They own you 'cause they give you payslips
But even with that you know it ain't worth it

But that place isn't at fault
It's those who own the vault
They keep to them what's inside
They won't share, they hide

Under a mask of kindness
They advertise false incentives
But they won't give what you deserve
'Cause it belongs in their pockets

They won't listen to your pleads
Neither tend to your needs
Silently blackmail you instead
And then there goes your thread

Your thread, closer to inch
Your patience about to ditch
You know you'll burst sooner or later
They'll regret it all, when with them, you're finally over