Unspeakable Amongst Ourselves

When pains are gone, we never choose the simplest way again,
cuz we know: renewing is continuing.
Some seek reason, others just want love to be like a rope:
throw it someone, while you need someone to throw it for you.
When tears roll out, we find cure to long gone conflicts.
Then, we go mad: true love was never easy around.

Pains are gone, still I don't know what's going on with you.
Thus, I know, there's something to continue.
You went to reason, thinking that art couldn't take you far enough to rest.
Then, you fled from my singer meanings of life.

And now, we keep on, unspeakable amongst ourselves.
Did it really need to happen so exceedingly hard?

Dedicated to the coward, freckly-faced, snow-white "woman"