Excuse Yourself Ever

Please leave me to lonesome

You can walk whe’ you have to rush
but this door still
separates us
and our love will
stay crushed.

You’ll run of you must for remain,
I knew whe’ you sue.
Run like you want;
Yours I won’t stop
and this love shall rot.

Cry’s no more.
I shall stay this longer.
I will scare for you - not a miniature.
death to of you ever;
enough of this sore.