I wrote this a while ago. It feels like ages. I hardly remember writing it.
But the other was a fair lover
He is great at making me smile and laugh
But the other one was great at keeping me hopeful through those cold and dreary nights
He is always here for me when I need him
But the other one isn't here at all
I truely love him, that can't be bad
I truely miss the other and that can be bad
He creates a mix of emotions in the heart of me
Love, happiness, giddiness, longing
The other does too.
Anger, frustration, confusion, longing
Why do I pine for the other when I have him?
He has so much more potential
The other threw his away
He can be rude to people
The other can be rude to everyone without knowing
Both are truely good at heart
But one can have my heart
I choose him
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