Excuse me if I write my style,
Excuse me if I shoot a smile,
Towards your direction,
I can't help but question what went wrong,
And excuse me if I stare for too long,
I guess it's true, what I said about you being so beautiful,
And every time I write a love poem it hurts,
Like a thousand needles stabbing me at once,
But the one that hurts the most is the on that shoots my heart,
Cause I remember the time we said I love you,
I remember the late nights, with some but not many verbal fights,
It was like, we were on a cloud in flight,
Moving just right,
And every night I say it to myself,
I lost the most precious thing I ever gained,
And you took a chance with me, to let us be,
But I guess another go is too much to ask for,
But know I still think of you, still dream of you,
But if I can't get you back then this thing I felt was not real,
Will soon be,
Cause i am here and your not next to me.
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC
Excuse me if I write my style,
Excuse me if I shoot a smile,
Towards your direction,
I can't help but question what went wrong,
And excuse me if I stare for too long,
I guess it's true, what I said about you being so beautiful,
And every time I write a love poem it hurts,
Like a thousand needles stabbing me at once,
But the one that hurts the most is the on that shoots my heart,
Cause I remember the time we said I love you,
I remember the late nights, with some but not many verbal fights,
It was like, we were on a cloud in flight,
Moving just right,
And every night I say it to myself,
I lost the most precious thing I ever gained,
And you took a chance with me, to let us be,
But I guess another go is too much to ask for,
But know I still think of you, still dream of you,
But if I can't get you back then this thing I felt was not real,
Will soon be,
Cause i am here and your not next to me.