Just once, would you take care not to break
the things which I, still crying, create?
Had you but known the grief you caused,
would you have taken the time or paused
to ask "what?" or "why?" or "should I not stop?"
But no, you continued - continued to drop
your poisonous words, 'til they made a pool,
across my world - and now they rule
o'er things I, still crying, create
which you, still laughing, continue to break.