I just feel like writing a poetry. This time, not about sweet love, but about failed love and betrayer. Enjoy:
We started off with nothing in mind,
then everything was mild,
no feelings no love, just laughs,
and the building chemistry was hypothesized.
Gradually you became my regular,
my attention became singular,
all to your direction,
that wasn't the intention,
love wasn't the intention,
look what I've gotten myself into.
Now your mind have been drifted,
my name is no longer listed your head,
so this how I've just been dusted off,
i never saw this coming.
