One day you'll feel a disconnect around you
As if the world has betrayed you
The emptiness of searching for that one person
That's searching for you in return
In between the intervals of those days remember me
My adored Laly, let me tell you about loneliness and pain, you see
No one bypasses its treachery
As we grow older no one can say they lived without pain
It's the salt of life, spiking flavor into us
To see, feel, and taste life better or different
It makes some of us hypocrites covering our grievances with fake smiles
It tattoos a scar on the heart validating our humanity
I have certified your name into me
I just want my name on you
So I've thought of the unforgiven
Laly, because the lord has the good books, prophets, and chants
I've decided to make these poems for you as your book
I've decorated them for you with my voice as chants
And I'll spread them as your personal prophet
And with time everyone will know who you are
Since I cannot visualize god's face
I chose the reflection of his teachings and creation
And since love is beneath you
I've decided to do the unforgiven
I have upgraded my faith to infidelity
This is a declaration that I don't love you anymore
And I profess that I worship your beautiful face
It had to be you laly the face I believe in
God is one and so is the way to worship him
But you
Every part of you deserves its own poetic sermon
Remember me, I might not see you again
But from here until I die, it's up to you
So when your second coming is due
Dive into these poems for clarification
My voiced thoughts, for your ears
The undelivered messages I couldn't say to your face
Waltz through all these memories I had with you
And the unforgiven I have created without you
Just remember me, venture down the path of the earthlings
And discover what you meant to me
In your hurt, go through everything then
You might be more compassionate
This is my means to lift you up
Go through me and even if I'm dead
I'll feel the pulse of your presence
A glimmer of a diastema smile
Laly go through my poems and even if I'm dead
I'll feel the pulse of your presence
A glimmer of a diastema smile
And just then I'll know that I have reached the epitome of worship
Where ever I might lay
And may the lord pardon me in your name for committing the unforgiven