This Time...

This time, let me speak well to you
Breaking every piece of me in fragments,
You tend to be someone with no clue
Whom I share this ineffable attachment.

This time, let me speak to you,
Often those nights are shaded black,
And those oceans seem to lose their blues
As I hope on, with some vivid cracks.

This time, let me speak to you
Of all the tales I wrote
That drenched themselves in the morning dew
Now shines as some mere quote.

This time, let me speak to you,
About happy smiles masked by a tear
Of words that aren't new
Yet they never slipped, because I fear