This Time...

Each time you leave, every feeling falls apart, tearing up every way of those bounds

This time, let me speak well to you
Breaking every piece of me in fragments,
You tend to be someone with no clue
Whom I share this ineffable attachment.

This time, let me speak to you,
Often those nights are shaded black,
And those oceans seem to lose their blues
As I hope on, with some vivid cracks.

This time, let me speak to you
Of all the tales I wrote
That drenched themselves in the morning dew
Now shines as some mere quote.

This time, let me speak to you,
About happy smiles masked by a tear
Of words that aren't new
Yet they never slipped, because I fear