Every time I see you, I smile a little bit.
We could've looked good together, you have to admit.
Your love was a cold wasteland, and I was clearly frostbitten.
They warned me about drugs but why never about love's addiction?
I was so confident that I couldn't accept rejection,
but I accepted and it was because of my own condition.
Everyone knew that I liked you except you, it was emblazoned.
In the flower village, where my love had blossomed,
You became the uninvited guest that my heart had welcomed.
I would describe your body, your perfectly slim figure
igniting my passion for you, almost like a trigger.
The first time I saw you, I laughed and thought you were a low peasant.
Oh how the tables have turned, now look who falls in your presence.
Just having you in my life is a ******* blessing.
Understand that girl, you were so perfect
yet you left me with almost no self-respect.
Rashed cried, knowing she will never come back no matter how hard he corrected.
She was his undying flame that he failed to extinguish.
She was the canvas that he couldn't finish.
She was the criminal his heart let go of unpunished...
So many girls who wanted him, yet he had so little interest,
She wasn't just an entertainment, but a commitment.
What a joke, she gave me the silent treatment,
why? Because my love for her was so persistent.
It was annoying...but for the price of a relationship that might've been resilient...