Love is one thing I hated about her,
Yet the fact that I loved her so much,
I hid away her mistakes and took the blame.
I made a monster out of her wrongs,
Blamed her for the life she had lived in.
And now I regretted it.
But when someone else walked into my heart for the second time,
I realised what my first love was, isn't what love is.
She was so much like me.
Her eyes that couldn't trust,
Her words that only spoken the harshest truth.
Yet the one thing I couldn't have guess,
Was how her heart was so innocent and gentle,
Could kept such painful burden for so long hidden behind her mask.
I didn't trust love enough to love her back in return.
But when she left all her wealth and come running to me,
I saw a side of her that made me wanted her so much.
She trusted me so much even when she barely knew why I approached her.
All she knew was I knew that woman she had to call mother,
And that I do odd job for a living.
What I did to her was worst,
No only I used her for revenge, I broke her heart instead.
I used the most cruelest words in such harsh times,
To inflict such painful blow to her heart.
That made dying the best way to release her tension.
But because I loved her so much,
I drove straight at her car to prevent death from approaching her.
I waited for her come back...
Waited so long for her, now she's finally here...
She couldn't remember me, although it hurt here,
I still wanted to keep the pure and innocent her by my side.
"I love her." I scream out to the depth my heart content...
And that is my secret...
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