The poem is about a girl .....
who always admire a boy ...or her love
who happen to have one love too......
But turn out she is not her.
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I saw him holding my wounded hand while bandaging it. That wound hand was paining until he touched it .....now it feel pleasure, I never want to leave his hand.
All my fantasy was put my head on his shoulder like all lover do. Hold his bicep while talking. I saw him looking at me, with his most loving eyes. I never want to take off those lovly eyes off me.....
I wish to run away with him, so no one can take him away.. I want him all alone ...all by myself...ik I'm selfish..
But destiny played a twist game with me, I saw him holding someone else hand while bandaging. I saw her, putting her head on his shoulder... Someone else is holding his bicep.....
He is looking at her with those loving eyes..... Which I want to look at me...like they always used to do...
SHE'S LIVING MY DREAM, WHICH I DREAM WITH HIM.......
