To be gone I have to say goodbye, and let me imply that when I have to feel your fingers;
“one by one, on my bare naked skin everything lingers.”
I have to dance and hear your voice follow the rhythm of the music of spheres.
These words are not meant for your ears;
Finally, when I saw how you got yourself deflowered from us devour hearts and emotions I can say in peace “I’m ready to kill that man who I was not to be.”
Who’s not the one-word man, I fought harder than I ever could and can!