There is no shame
Not is it a sense of regret that rolls the tongue
Then fingers clenched and hair subjected to annoyance

It all came not by accident
Because the fine thread is already in the span and is concluded
If it all has to end then there's nothing left
If the cup has been empty and cracked
Don't leave it quietly but destroy it

For it is not worth the longing to turn into a grudge
Inappropriate love turns to anger
Then the poison spread.

No more tenderness
The power of genuine smiles
No more happy
It's all over in the swallow of regret

©bey5151