What Perfect Timing you see,
waking up in the morning, her love is gone instantly.
"Last night was the best!" saying it depressingly,
"Why?!" "How could you leave me?!" asking questions,
"It's all I had to give" answering with some aggressions.
I loved her with everything I had,
the good and bad,
she left with no reason, I loved her,
and that's a confession.
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 2:10 PM UTC
What Perfect Timing you see,
waking up in the morning, her love is gone instantly.
"Last night was the best!" saying it depressingly,
"Why?!" "How could you leave me?!" asking questions,
"It's all I had to give" answering with some aggressions.
I loved her with everything I had,
the good and bad,
she left with no reason, I loved her,
and that's a confession.
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