How I wished you will regret hurting me,
When you see me roving the streets,
With lonely eyes and mournful heart,
Eyeing sweet couples who are worry-free.
How I wished you will look into my soul
And talk to it like you did before.
How I wished we will be the same again,
But then it was all in the past, the past so foul.
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 7:33 PM UTC
How I wished you will regret hurting me,
When you see me roving the streets,
With lonely eyes and mournful heart,
Eyeing sweet couples who are worry-free.
How I wished you will look into my soul
And talk to it like you did before.
How I wished we will be the same again,
But then it was all in the past, the past so foul.
August 16, 2013
Dehne D. Malagar
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