Words are wasted on those,

Who do not listen.

And seek to christen,

The halo you chose.

Confession means nothing,

If you just feel regret.

And thus you are set,

A way that does not sting.

Cast you words against these walls,

Vent your unstilled solution.

Give joy a known promotion,

Again to travel these halls.

The winds break my echoes,

Efforts borne fruitless.

Regardless of stress,

Go swim in the throes.

…

I love you baby