Known good
Know the new
Now I found
Why all the love you felt
You would not deal with me
I keep the response
In the palm of my hand
But I’ll never tell
But I want you to know
You killed my one great love
Love that only their era
But with this love dead
I will bury it
The fault was his
My dream now died
You buried something
That has always been his
I will write a machete
Explaining the late my love!
“This burial today of a love that never lived ..”