So I didn’t

Apologize

Or cause regret

I didn’t leave on the sign

I didn’t post the bind

I tried for perfect

And overshot

I have my b1

And the end is written in the little page.

The one behind me is your cross.

The one on top is the signaled rhyme.

I can get it

Next time

To write a spell

To send her back to hell

Do you the reader,

Know what I think

How many times I blink

Is that your new game

Are we the very same?

Are we able to end

The little blind whispers

Of a tainted rock

Or wandering mind

Trying to work

Instead of talk