Someday

There he stood with his cigarette in his mouth, a beer bottle in his right hand and other arm wrapped around me. I shut my eyes, as a tear rolled down into my cheeks, I heard him chuckled his sweet stupid chuckle with his drunken friends about something. I hated his ways, his smoking, his drinking and he treats other. I thought this to myself. What happened? What went wrong? Why did I even let myself loved him? No,no,no I didn't regret on loving him. I know someday he's gonna need me the way I want him too. I'll just wait till that someday comes. -Scarlet Jones Maxwell