Why does loving always end up in a woeful goodbye?
Lips of yours moved in a dulcet "Hi" as I walk by.
Dear It felt so good, I seemingly ascended the sky.
But as our ways diverged; sadness has existed high.
Your named used to trigger my endorphins.
But now it have turned to a gist can't seem to sink in.
You used to call me Aphrodite.
Never thought how much a flimflam it could be.
There are some things who ought to deceive.
Ain't anyone should be too gullible to believe.
You've hurt me once, torned me twice.
And this numb I am,...
