I looked at you,
That was my mistake.
I talked to you,
That was my second mistake.
I flirted with you,
That was my third mistake.
I passed notes with you,
That was my fourth mistake.
I hung out with you,
That was my fifth mistake.
I dated you,
That was my sixth mistake.
I liked you,
That was my seventh mistake.
I kissed you,
That was my eighth mistake.
I loved you,
That was my ninth mistake.
I told you,
That was my biggest mistake.
But these are the mistakes; in which i have no regrets, all but the last
LOL! very true, tell a guy you love hima and you give him some sort of right to hurt you. LOL LOVe it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is giving someone the power to hurt you but trusting them not to. Nobody can ever say they won't hurt you but that's part of life, we live, we laugh, we love, we hurt but that's how we learn and grow and then the next time you'll know.. I liked this poem a lot, I can relate in so many ways..