M.B.

As i try to suppress

This love I have for you

The more this open wound

Seem not to be healed

I still get hurt

Regret lives through me

But who am I to hide

When its doubtfully chasing me?

I still miss you

The way I sleep on shoulder in the bus

The way I put my head on your chest

I miss your touch

I miss everything about you..

But, I have to accept

Things will never be the same again

I have to move on

I need to move on

Even though, I still Love You..