I write because you exist, It s because you hurt me and make me happy at the same time
Maybe we make life to complicated when
it s so simple
If you love someone tell them
If you miss someone tell them
If you care about her tell her
But me , I become so stupid that I lose a chance to be with her maybe for a lifetime
But I write this because my  tells something different
Until now this love is still begging for you to know
Until when ?
Until I write many poems about you
And show all it to you to make you feel how my love is deep for only you