Like a snail I creeped,
into my phone I went.
In tears I wept,
I typed then I sent.
The text was packed,
as it was my last.
In my heart I prayed,
that my decision was right.

In a few weeks I changed,
like a chameleon’s  flesh.
My mind had said,”perhaps you shouldn’t rush”.
My heart was played,
the wounds are still fresh.
My feelings for you are stoned,
to a life sentence of death.