I will not write of you
Cz you  asked me not to
I will keep the lines intact
For a novel of fact
Under a fictious tag
Of an amazing nag
(of me ofcourse)

I will write of men
Of women and their men
With nothing of exception
But just mere exemptions
In my life of desertion
Of those I ditch
From whom
I move on

I will not write to you
No words of harshness
Or gentle perversions
I will just not write
No words of randomness
Of imaginations
Or surprises

One day you will look back
In all randomness
And think of all those
Maybe surprises
And the words
I might have written
If I just
Might have written.