Me becoming poet

You know sometimes I just wanna change the past…that meeting with you..I don’t want it to be our last

I wanna apologies…pls forgive my lies…I know my decisions were not wise..can’t handle good byes..pls come back…

Every night I think about the night we fought…still hate myself after reading the text you wrote….enough is enough pls come back the lesson has been thought to me

Blackhole of grief is so dark.. “cheater”..can’t erase that mark..off my head and still there is your scent on side of the bed..reminds me of you every time

Just don’t want to live with the loop of your memories..wanna create new one with you where I take care of you ..this time a good one…So please come…come back

Without you the home feels depress

My mind pops how we met on bus stand

Want to see again in white dress

With the ring of my name on your hand

Third finger from index ..this time I want make mistake..will keep my promises wherever it takes

Give me a chance..wanna show you I have changed….i believe deep inside you know it to..pls don’t act strange

Your absence realises how life could be chaotic…See me myself become poetic

Wanna have Déjà vu of our rondevuous…and

spent the rest of my life with you and only you

Everything will be fine..will give you your time.       I want lose hope.. I will never stop..will sure meet again..I will wait even in the rain…

The words in this letter are the one that my heart directly passed….Do You know sometimes I just wanna change the past…that meeting with you ..I don’t want it to be our last