To the woman who has forgotten me , I miss you.
I miss your smile and your cute eyes as it wanders,
I miss how you hold my hands that tight as if I have smooth palms you love to touch,
I miss you when you call me by endearment and whispers like an angel singing so pleasing to hear,
I miss how i miss you without knowing the reason why, like how I love you without knowing why because loving you in my own definition requires no reason, I just love you.
Now I'm sorry if I wasn't good enough,
I'm sorry for the imperfections you bitterly dislike and kept secretly,
I'm sorry, and its okay I wont choose me either,
But let me love you secretly from afar, until wounds will heal or until love will choose its own way to quit and be free from the boundaries I built.
Please let me love you until tears at night will no longer drop,
Let me love you until my heart can bravely say goodbye,
And when the evenings i spent in melancholy will end,
Remember that you mean so much to me,
But time has its own way to demise suffering,
Because the clock ticktocks for chances to fix broken hearts,
Clock ticktocks to rebuild ourselves much stronger like a house with strong foundation built within finest walls like it was not wiped off from a catastrophe, And I hope that when bruises get mended I can still able to display a smile to someone who terribly wrecked me.