Refrain yourself, darling girl.
For as much as it hurts; it doesn't do you well.
The more you attend to,
the less he'll be phased,
Perhaps he'll leave?
Don't tell him you miss him; he knows that.
For now it is time;
So speak no more, those words, they'll go unreceieved.
Let your silence speak waves,
He'll follow in the steps of absence.
