Malaika Kariuki


He Forgot About Me


He forgot about me
He forgot the sound of my voice
He forgot everything we had
He forgot the love in our past

He forgot about me
He forgot the taste of my lips
He forgot the feel of my hips
He forgot the love in my eyes
He forgot the tears in our goodbyes

He forgot about me
He forgot the sweet smell of my perfume
He forgot about the love that was once bloomed
He forgot everything we went through
You said you will never forget me but i guess you forgot that promise too

Baby i will never forget you.....

Submitted: Thursday, August 29, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 29, 2013

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  • Khairul Ahsan (9/3/2013 4:50:00 AM)

    He forgot what you remember.
    Baby i will never forget you.....
    This is what mostly happens..... one forgets, the other remembers! (Report) Reply

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