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Oct 2018
I'm laying in bed,
But I felt the thread.
It's leading me instead,
in the way of my death.

Jealousy strikes again,
It give shivers and pain.
Yet, I don't have the rights,
cause you're not mine from the start.

Your laugh is like a melody,
and it was sang beautifully.
Again, it was made not for me,
but for your beautiful lady.

Your smile was vibrant,
it looks so elegant.
but babe, it was made for your lover ---
and it was not me I'm just a player.

I wish for a lot of things;
Like your name will appear always when my phone rings,
That I can hold your hand in public,
I can show my love without any hint of guilt.

I dream for a lot of things;
Like you will call me from night till morning,
That you'll be sweet in me in public,
You can show your love without any hint of fear.

You made an awesome creation,
I never asked but I felt your rejection.
So here's my best decision,
I love you but goodbye my happy station.
For the one that got away
written by: JC
JCabanilla
Written by
JCabanilla  19/F/Philippines
(19/F/Philippines)   
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