Thinking about the good times,
walking with pain that withers
the art. i wish i made things right,
i should have been a better man
i am a mess cause i love but am
too clueless that love needs a
proof.. right before my eyes i got
us screwed up
you are a replica of love without
sentiments, you were kind and
true.. i was opposite though i
never meant to and i couldn't stop
myself
i could have showed you what
you look like by getting the most
beautiful flowers a flourist can
provide, should have taken you to
places that
would show you how much i love
you, sing to you even wen i got no
voice, proved my lifelessnes
without you.. i should have adored
you all day
Now i realise the best pain in love
is heartbreak plus regrets.. i
regret the wrong choices i made
though you were an open book
right now my woman is gone and
time refuses to heal the pains..
value is missing when it's not
noticed.. i know i can't pay for the
pains
I have caused, neither can i make
you forget all i did wrong, i wish
you could come back or i could
keep you much longer, i dream
of an
avenue to kiss away your pain
and make everyting right, so i can
get back to where i belong.. i
promise to be a better man..
The End.
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