The way you are looking her
you had never looked me like that before
The way your lips curve when she puts her hair behind her ear
you have never smiled to me like that before
I hate her
i really hate her but couldn`t find the reason why..
She is perfect and she has beautiful body
she looks like an angle coming from heaven
i have never talked to her
but i hate her
Its only because of you
You fall for me first and
i fall harder in your amazing words
Now you left so easily without saying a word
Do i really deserve that?
i want to forget but can`t forgive you
the way you have hurted me noone has done that before..
so happy that you got someone who loves you and cares about you
but was my love less for you?
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Bijina Neupane
A poet with lots of dream inside the head and A beginner for every opportunity on the way of life..
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When love brings You pain its good to heal it and learn a lesson and be even happier later on ! If someone hurts You will keep on hurting another no matter how beautiful body and the look I hope with time and Your inner joy of life You will go through it all and find a real true pure love !