I Still Love Her. - Poem by Andy Liew
Sometimes I wonder,
Whether am I wrongly taught,
Or she had messed up my thoughts.
She is a rose of two colours.
Mysterious as a blue rose,
As pretty as a red rose.
Each time I looked into her eyes,
I got lost in the pool of lies.
Thought she likes me,
What a fool of ne.
Thought she hate me,
What a joke to me.
I wish that one day she would realise,
About the meaning of love,
Then we should be able to sit before the sunrise,
And I shall kiss her with love.
She's someone I've been missing,
Hopefully she can see how hard I'm trying.
Owh I must stop now,
Maybe I am just dreaming out.
Was it something I said,
Or its something I do.
What cost my time so much,
Isit her touch?
I dont know anymore.
I'm getting numb.
There's like a million needle in my thumb.
Time to stop.
Because I still love her, even after I stop.
Let the wind carries my tears away,
And hope the time calms my heart day by day.
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