It was dark and the moon was down and
humble
My eyes were hurt and my heart was vulnerable
And we were talking under the tree of
roses
That was before my special day announced
He was calm and righteous but with angry
face
Being the girl, I was emotional in one
space
Encouraged, he invited me for a walk
I was not but he was, who did the first
talk
Right after the tears, he then announced
He comforted me but he was sure of that
chance
That day our relationship was on
its end
the bad thing was, I am not, anymore, his girlfriend
the bad thing was, I am not, anymore, his girlfriend
And as I always reacted on same scene
God knows I loved him more than anything
Yes I told him I cannot let him go
But for him, the memories were fading slowly
It was the
worst gift I felt and saw, I cannot glee
"Loving the boy who is not truly in
love with me"
-- Another puzzle poem, solve if you can :-)