S'interroger

Once I loved...... He knew naught I could never show my feelings. Why not? Tenderness was never part of me I was one, with a fondness of apathy. Why's that? Because it was only shown to me. We only duplicate what we see. Who told you that? I, and me And sometimes she and he. They shown me by actions, Something words cannot express; But kindness, that digress as debris. He told me he love me before! Really? With only his eyes, and nothing more. How did you know? Because my soul told me so. My heart cried, My soul rest to sow Are you lying? Don't I have an orchestra behind me, a cantata chorus beside me. What you think is amidst me, a fabricator. Wow, what a mystery My imagination proceeds me! No, it's my heart, devoid of me. Would you ever go back? What too heartache? No, I a rather stay alone with me An interrogate my concise Now you see! You destitute to be lonely only with me Why yes? Doesn't it get boring being with me? No, because I'm always with me
Your rationality secures me....
Is it so?
Yes, because no one will ever hear me.

-By Nailah D'arcy