SamuelWe were cool.
We were good.
I watched the butterflies disappear.
To me,those romantic moments would reappear.
I remember the blissful dates.
Yes, I was a very much younger mate.
But he kissed me even when I eat garlic
While he paints my heart like ink.
Sweet at the garden of love.
Now,even the sound is odd.
Is this how it’s meant to be?
How long will it take me to heal?
We began like sweet cherries.
Played like Tom and Jerry.
I prefer those times the weather is colder,
Cos I find my sweater on his shoulder.
His arm to my arm,he kissed me slow.
I thought together forever was the goal.
Then, the birds hummed a romantic hymn.
I hoped it could only be him.
“It was all for pleasure and fun” he said.
I washed my ear to be sure of what I heard.
I wish time can fly back to the beginning.
That’s the only way to regain my living.
All I can see now is a shadow of his.
Day after day I dream about his kiss.
What is expected from a broken lady?
Answer me,is this how it’s meant to be?
Samuel