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Monday, February 5, 2007

Remorse


I used to get angry of her when she used to tell me do that, and don't do that, but now my eyes are open that when she used to tell me that was out of her patience not insistence.

Why did she love me the first place
I'm not good looking
I'm not romantic
I'm not rich
I'm not even special
I never gave her roses
I never wrote her poems
I never thought that she loves me because she is a loving person
Now I'm history for her
Now prince charming is her present
The simple truth is killing me
I feel pain in my bones when I think
That if she gave a looser like me 3 and half years
What chance will I have to have her again in this lifetime 

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