Something Different

I thought I had experienced pain, but when I left her...

Sweet, innocent, beautiful and lovely. That was what she was. And she loves me, but I don't deserve it.

I would've preferred not seeing you, that was what they say, that was how I was suppose to feel for her.
Because if I hadn't met her, I wouldn't be broken.

But I don't think that way.

It was worth it, it was worth seeing your smile, your laughs. It was worth meeting you, worth it enough for me to be hurt at the end.

She was a broken mirror, and flames.

I would've gotten shards on my feet.
And I would get burned.
But I didn't care.

All of them were the same,
Even my first love.
Except her

Do you believe in faith?
No...........but I do believe meeting her. Wasn't a mistake.

They asked me why.
I answered because she was something different.

Because I already fell in love, even long time ago,

I love her, my precious rose.

I didn't deserve her.

But I was sure to get her back.

Because I was a selfish bastard