Listen to my silence oh poetry;
listen to my soul-less collapsing
into pieces you've blown afar
not to listen to hearts asking;
keep me spaces of your endless scope
of one's seductive sensitivity,
for what other phantom, neither souls
caress my heart's lone mystery;
forgive me not whenever;
I've perished more than consequences
even begginings held my passion
impossibilities before circumstances,
only kiss me like before;
before forgiveness grew necessary
however sinless may this devotion
or worth of hell's arbitrary;
take me never to heavens,
touching memories by fingertips
thus, I'll kiss them in darkened depths--
only my softness' wounded lips
for how wordless have I gone
every presence you kept stolen,
never my breathing ever realized
my lost existence had been fallen;
Oh poetry, hadn't you listened;
had I not tolerate the space--
the silent distance between cowards
of left priorities' loving haste
please keep waiting never frozen;
hold my faith, never hoping;
only see us with one silence--
the sole silence our heart's broken.
