Just a poem that I wrote at night.
I was so naive, I was so naive...
I let skip the beauty of his eyes,
I skipped the softness of his whisper,
I was so naive, I was so naive...
I was so full of doubt, I couldn't hold it in, but I still held it in,
many things made me hold his gaze, his smile, his beautiful tone of voice,
in the darkness I saw the line of his lips so soft and firm, the veins on his hands were also clear and beautiful when I accidentally touched them,
he was truly my type, but many things held me back that night,
that meeting made me regret because being so naive and I lost him an instant.
someone said ''a naive person who has so many doubts, is the person who suffers the most loss on this earth''
and yes I suffered a great loss because I was so naive to be by his side at that time.
in another time i will try to be confidence and never let you go to another flower.
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