Waiting for you was always a fC*ted occasion
Voiced names countless times over and over
No answer or message was reciprocated.
Sometimes I wonder if love exists for me.
You were ready to spare words and more.
And now I see nothing but hesitation,
Even a hard hearted woman will need shoes,
To walk through stones and rough roads.
She will look for it when she sees thorns,
Yet I remain here with pretexts that are easy.