Say to an archived lover,
You were found but lost,
The onset was passion defined,
But my flexibility worths no trust.
With relationship built on liquidity,
My joy streams out like a river,
With another inflow of silence,
Silence, not of peace buh of guilt.
Knew good phases in bad phase,
I knew I was always held,
When he let my hands go,
I ripped the silence I ever sowed.
Feminity will leave me caged,
For a decline can spill dishonour,
When a plea isn’t a statement,
A letter will be a Shame.
Dear Old Lover,
You’re not mere to me,
To Encouragement you’re a mother,
In your silence, my heart is murdered.
DOK, 2025.