You walked into my life unearned.
Verses didn’t have to be sung,
for they flowed from the corners of your eyes to the crudely made ears of mine.
You disarmed me, so I found a shelter to hide in.
But God knows how long it had been,
grass turned yellow again and soil no longer the same.
I shan’t argue the worth of life for I know that you will tell me that tears are not the best recipe for philosophy.
I shan’t hide anymore for you have given me the blessing to be brave.
But oh, Malissa, murder me.
For I do not deserve your love,
For I know your words but no longer hear them.
