I love writing, I really do
But not at times like this
I just hate the fact that I'm only holding my pen right now
Because of you
The love I found and lost
I have the choice not to
But I always end up writing about you
And how cruel the world is
For letting us cross the same path
Without even greeting each other
I was like a wind that passed by
Too little effect I could cause you
I barely flipped your tiny hair
And I swear, I wanted not to look back
But I still did
Desperately hoping you'd do the same
But before I knew it, you're already gone.
