I want to talk,
I don’t.
I want to smile,
I won’t.
I wish you knew,
I wish I could just tell you.
I am not in love this time,
There is another greater crime,
It is for you my friend,
While I write waiting for its end;
It dies not when I stop,
It dies not when you don’t gallop,
It dies sometime around the hour,
Our efforts no more shower.
It dies and won’t revive,
I tried and now deprive;
I changed and you remained,
Maybe that’s why it pained.
Bye, bye and good luck ahead,
After all, the winner is always bread.
Saba 