I haven't loved you for years, you know, Not since the first time you lied -- which was Probably before you even met me: maybe even You called me by someone else's name 'Su - san'? That first time, and I let it slide.
But now I am not blind.
Maybe all the girls loved you, When we had pigtails and picked daffodils. And maybe you're used to it being easy, Picking us just as easily, Pulling on our braids like reins.
Women are different, though you Will never know it.
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i feel ashamed for him and wonder ... did he ever turn and looked you in the eyes before he scampered away?
and then quietly asking you, why did your patience last so long?
no need to answer, believe me i knew a few of them ...
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i feel ashamed for him and wonder ... did he ever turn and looked you in the eyes before he scampered away?
and then quietly asking you, why did your patience last so long?
no need to answer, believe me i knew a few of them ...
it's been long i haven't read your verses my friend...
this is like having to win someone that is hard to repair...
open wounds speaks up...
i feel like this is a heart-breaking confession...
sadly expressed!
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