He once kissed me on my forehead, A kiss that I know won't last. He once held my waist when he tightly hugged me, The best feeling yet he loosened me so fast.
Unmutual feelings filled the empty room, He was staring right into my brown eyes. T'was a birth of chance yet also a doom, My heart is in agony and it cries.
I should have never hope for more, But it was everything I asked before. Yet, I hold on and I am sorry if I did, Even though I know it was the kind of love That the moon will never forbid.
This poem is for my the-one-that-got-away. I hope I can give this to him!