Pretending Poem by Gerald Relente

I think it is time,
To make you realize,
Of what you have done to me,
And what I have done to you.

I though, it would be the most special,
But it was just only a though.
Because for you,
It was just only, a joke.

How could this be,
And why could this be,
All of those efforts of mine,
Was turned into nothing.

Why? why? ,
Why is this happening,
A thoughts of a happy ending,
Was just a pretending.

And now, all of those words that you have said,
That makes me special,
And makes you precious,
Was just only, only a word.

Then I came to realize,
Even flowery words,
Has its thorn.