He used to be the one
who greet her early in the morning
He used to be the one
who pick her up to and from school
He used to be the one
who hold her hand and walk beside her
He used to be the one
who tell her to eat well and sleep well
He used to be the one
who compliment her beauty
He used to be the one
who offer his shoulder to comfort her
He used to be the one
who surprise her with the sweet things he did
He used to be the one
who wish she has sweet dreams in her sleep
He used to be the reason of her happiness
Her beautiful smile
Her hysterical laugh
Her great mood
Her blushing cheeks
Her ticklish stomach
Her fast heartbeat
He used to.
Now he is the reason of her sadness
Her sorrow
Her badmood
Her trembling hands
Her shaking shoulders
Her goosebumps
Her tears
And he doesn't know.
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Her Side Of The Story
PoetryStories from my point of view, basically what's on my mind. Sometimes it's about my own life and experiences, other times it's just what randomly pops up in my mind. Each and every poem is written by me, unless stated otherwise. Read, vote, and comm...
