Dichtende Designerin

Is it melancholic to grieve all the words I never told you?

Perhaps it would be better if they stayed buried,

Where they will never see the light, no judging sight.

To criticize the fear that is ingrained in every part of me

I would give up my freedom to live as fearless as you.

But you have the key, if only I could speak

And tell you all the things I never dared to say out loud.

Instead, I dug graves for all the things we could have been

And kneel to pray before the altar dedicated to my unrequited love.

Written in collaboration with Vin