Maybe
This is what I wish I could tell you before you forget about me.
Before I get the blame
Let me tell you who I am
Before you judge my action
Let me explain our fairytale
He and I are not friends, that's what we pretend
He stole my heart before I allowed him to
So I disturb him as much as I can do
We don't even have to talk to understand what we're thinking
It's strong, deep, dark but sparkling
But loving him wasn't enough, for a girl who just learned how to talk
With men and their weird fantasy,
I thought that love is just only sex and kiss
He really wants my body by the look of his eyes, but he treats me like a baby who has just learnt to say "hi"
So, I guess I was just like everyone, a wind that just has to pass
I act like I don't care, but from the bottom of my heart I cherish everywhere
Everything about him ...
Now you told me to let him go, I'd like to respond yes and no
Sure, he broke my heart million times, maybe it's because I made him wait for so long, maybe I was wrong
Maybe he's afraid of losing me, maybe he's just busy
These maybes really kill me... So I ran away
Acting like everything is okay
Watch him quietly forgetting about me... and hoping that one day
Maybe, I will be his one and only... Love
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