Thinking of you...

Thinking of you

I lie in bed at night thinking of what I’ve done,

I let you go without even knowing you were the one for me, 

my mom tells me: we were meant for each other, 

but I realized too late,

you turned on me you went…

it’s like I don’t know you anymore,

but what can I do .......nothing

(by: samantha)

                          I know that it's too late, and I can't do anything to change what is done. I just wish that you'll be happy. Regrets do come in the end when you can’t handle everything. You just have to face all the consequences of the things that you’ve done. After all it’s you, the one who choose. Too bad it’s you’re lost.

ref of the poem:  http://www.short-love-poem.com/lostlove5.html