You’re joking they say, but I know your thoughts whisper a deadly no.
Weeks of silence, the silence softly lulling me and my tears to sleep.
Stab and go, Stab and go. Oh I know, I know, the intent and I see past the masks and shows.
My memories are mocked by the secrets that I keep,
Peace woven between tiles and irony, with endless pleas for you to know.
Oh but my heart argues “Don’t lease your love”,
But it wasn’t, no. It was given with my emotions in tow.
My mind whispers, just let this go but Im wounded,
Now my tears just freely flow.