Fell in love at 1,
Thought about him till 2.,
Confessed my love at 3,
Just to get rid of that feeling-
Knowing nothing would happen, really...
Time passed between 4 and 5,
And by 6 I was his and he was mine.,
We met and talked,
And by 7 I was blind with love.
Around came 8,
We held hands and smiled,
Like little kids we giggled and sighed.
Soon after it was 9,
His chapped and rough lips...
were already on mine.,
At 10 he held me in his arms,
Whispering sweet lies,
Making my heart whine.
Around came 11 and he...
wanted something I could not give away.
Pressure over pressure,
Between 12 and 14,
Lots of tears were spilled
For I felt like an object
Who only had one purpose.
15, 16, 17, 18,
He needed some time for thinking.,
Meantime... I was breaking.
At 19 I wanted to meet,
For I was aching and needed relief
But at 20, with no words,
he told me to leave...
21, 22, 23,
I waited so long.,
Still... I waited for him, though.
Time turned around,
And it was 00 again.,
He told me through a text:
"I love you no more".
I guess... That's what happens when you're too naive and not enough.
