why?
Of all the woman in this world--
why does it have to be you?
who only chooses a good-looking one
and not someone who has dignity and ambition.

why does it have to be you?
who always left me and hurt me..
I am tired of being a toy...
I am tired of loving...
But here I am, still doing it...
I even made a poem to express my love on you;
and to show how I really love you...
But what can I do?
Even though how many poems that either I have made or going to write..
there's still no point of it--because you don't like me...