You made me cry a single tear for the third time now
And thrice a tear is two times too much, if thought
That once a single drop poured down from joy somehow
But having lived with the likes of you, I know it is not
You offer me profanities, though you know I tried
To live with you, together, under the same roof
‘The sky has no limit’ you told me, and denied
In the same breathe my own precious right to move
The sky has no limit, yet clouds hide the view
To the stars I want to watch, on the green grass
Are drops of sinfully sweet and goldenlike honeydews
Somewhere in the house, the noise of breaking glass
I cried not only once, not only twice, but thrice a time
I see the trickle of blood flowing through the pie
My feverish wish is that you’ll pay for your crime
Too bad I will not be able to see it, too bad for me to die