I gave you all of me. But you didn't give me even a piece of you. A piece of you could remind me of the best of you when it comes to the end of the story. The story of us that we create with our spontaneous words. Our spontaneous words make my heart beat fast. My heart beats fast once I hear your name. Your name. Millions of questions pop up into my head because of your name. I tried to move on but I cannot. I cannot because iam still here. Iam still here waiting for you. Iam waiting for you to tell me. You, tell me that I haven't been an emotions hore. An emotions hore is the one who listens to your poisoned honey. Your poisoned honey is supposed to be an expression of your true love.
Pardon.
I will move on
