Never got that I deserved,
Never shown that I suffered,
Never dealed in mutterence,
Never broke that I thethered.

Sign of word that never got depicted,
Way to Love that never got directed,
Never shown my tears to beloved,
Kinds of lies that never got Predicted.

I know I was wrong, But no-one was corrected,
Nothing went on, as it was projected,
Heared,"Why to think about that passed?",
But how hard to forget, for whom all accepted...?.


© the_dark@pcm