Trapped in the wed of confession,
Obsessed and possessed by ravaging heart,
Nursing the arrows of sadness
Pregnant with the embryo of silence
I confess
In my lake of consciousness,
I pretend and deceive myself
I do love you
Yet my heart don’t long for you
With me, the tent of your images
And
Memory are being removed
I do desire to be free from your captivating love
A little more … I will say
GOODBYE
