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Apr 2016
It is too early to cry
The sun has not even set
I lost nothing
I earned nothing

No more smooth hand
that used to wipe my tears
No more soft whisper
that says 'Stop crying, I love you.'

I regret what I did
but I felt rejected now
I knew what I should have done
but I did not

I blame myself but I don't change
Let's say I am not a gentlemen
because I stop reaching her
when I felt it is not mutual

Call me a *****
for hurting her
Stare at me as a ****
for making her crying

I start looking a way to move on
when she said I loved him as a friend
andΒ Β he loved me too as a friend
I am just selfish for wanting that word for me only

Then again, I recall what she told me
You are nobody
And again, more tearsΒ Β drop
I am nobody

I don't own her heart anymore
but she still owns mine
When I met another her,
I won't give my heart

*I would just love her as nobody
April 18, 2016 17:30
Written by
Joz  25/M/Indonesia
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