Laughing foolishly at your silly incantations is my contrition
Independently nursing far-away looks is a motion
Marvelling as a child looking at the fruit but cannot climb
Evasively convincing self myself not to look up to avoid a crime
Reaped by the grim lies that the scythe etches
Embedded forever by scars that continuously itches
Nuisance are these scabs on the heart that bleeds annoyance
Carefully comforting contractions of the heart that beats impertinence
Echoing white lies that resonate through the mountains
They always return back to me in gushing fountains
On the painful reminder that you will never be mine
Unrequitedly as always but I will be fine
