love you a lot,
to see you smile i must stand away.
i want you to be mine,
but my wounds burns when i come to you,
i would sing my lost love for you ,
if you promise that you will stay.
days go as they are just to leave.
seasons spring and fall.
both of us looking each other
and both of us to love.
you made me what i am.
and i gave you the worst.
you were the hand of support
which never falls to trap.
i am scared,
whether that magic will fade from your red lips.
i cold not make it again.
as you always say,
"don't come to me when i die,
because my hand won"t be their to wipe your "TEARS""