A new season of school,
A place more than just a tool—
It’s all right; don’t say a word.
It’s no good to hear it as a bird.
Time passes and depression progresses.
Everyone knows about whom he obsesses.
A cracked door slams the wall.
The unavoidable truth finishes the fall.
Dead, silent, awkward at first,
A bit of recovery after the burst,
Not differentiating in using my expression,
Just being friends lowers the tension.
A desire to love and be loved may tempt.
And such a vision you may have dreamt.
But wait for God about whom to say, “For each other are you fit,
“And this is the way, walk ye in it.”
