Baskadia

Never hold my hand if you aren't sure of staying,

Never kiss me on my lips if you mean it nothing,

Don't pass by if you do not intend on stopping;

Never make me feel loved, if I'll end up hurting.

For a flower I am- easily whither,

Caress me with fake love; I'll thrive -

Soon, in the darkness I'll cry,

Eventually, lose life and die.