Sunday, February 27, 2011

Not a love letter.

Dear heart,
May be you couldn’t forgive me for everything I do.
I frequently hurt you.
I carelessly give you to the wrong person.
Of whom they can’t really understand you.

Dear heart,
You may hate me now.
Of which I am filling you with curse.
I feel you're sickening.
It aches thru my bones.

Dear heart,
What can I do to make you be in love again?

No comments:

Post a Comment