I said hush as I touched your tender lips.
Roughly did you pulled me back..
Your seed is in its gestation.
Reaching your fruit, I pushed away.
yYouou can manage.
Alas, I fell to the ground.
Bleeding. Bleeding.
Crawling. Crawling.
I can manage.
Alas, you begin to unbound.
Pleading. Pleading.
Breaking. Breaking.
Our sum is for me to keep.
Running not looking back nor where to go, we stumbled.
You pulled me back once more.
Before I could give a second look, our fruit is gone.
You took our sum.
You left me empty in the end in which you could have been in my state.