I believe
that there is a life
somewhere out there
that is waiting for
a meteoric burst
in it.

But life is still
just a life
if it decides
not to leave
the uncorked bottle.

Look at the babies
they are sweet, free
and pure
everyone adores
them, yet you;

you
are everything
that contradicts them
when you were
just one of them,
not long
ago.

Why would I turn back
and smile,

if you left me out in the cold,
lost in the wild.

Such a
disappointment
I have placed
myself in a
confinement

and

lurking for hope
in desperation
is no longer
part of the
only question.

I did so many
foolish things
back when
I was young
but
loving you
is not
one of it.

I can see it beforehand
three months three wounds
and the Death is dragging me
hail the eternal chain
hail the Danse Macabre
the allegory is dead,
the hegemony is trapped
in the continuous fashion,
insurmountable passion
Oh Lord, you must've
loved me.

Love me
if you love me.

If you love me
why don't you
come here
and say
"I love you"

and we
can start anew.