I write you from the past that’s present
My future torturer, my pain
To set things clear, to let you know
About the burden that I’ve gained.

Living with you for all this time
Was living with a summer bird
You were too old, I was too young
The words I said were never heard.

Not in the right way nor the wrong
Not in high tones nor without voice
And I knew that so well, so long
I’ve waited for you, so my choice


Was loving you despide all signs
Despite all world, despite my mind
I needed someone I could love
You needed someone who was kind.

And for a while we were well
The mutual friendship grew so strong
That not a second did I doubt
My growing love for you weren’t wrong.

I dreamed you dreamed the same dreamstory
Where there was no one else but us
I had high hopes, I had desires
But suddenly all felt. Alas!

I never knew the words you craved for
You never heard the ones I used
Now, in the present, I’m still happy
I’m not yet worthless or abused.

But, oh, the time won’t spend forever
Its growing winter on my mind
You’ll turn from me, I’ll turn to you
But there’ll be no one I could find...