I’m sorry I spoke, the last three words,
It’s all my fault, this was the pulse,
I should have known, its not your throne,
Forget the pause and go your way.
What have I done, to stop this fun,
The age of love, beyond our thumb,
I woke too quick, in heat I sweat,
With madness inside, I spoke with pride.
Forgive me Grace, I need to race,
Away from here, my mind in fear,
I made it clear, but failed to stir,
To fly from you, my needs in tune.
It’s such a weight, I did not lift,
I made things worse, with too much care,
I should have lied, or faked my try,
But now to face, this self I hate.
“So bye” I lied, to leave your heart,
I said the opposite, of what I felt,
To save this face and less my hate,
“I loved you Grace,” my words she ate.
By Julius Fa