Just him alone could make me smile and cry.
I never really gotten over his voice, his comfort, his jokes.
He was different from the rest.
His character was colourful, heart like cherry pie and voice like sweet hummings of birds.
There were nights when he couldnt call, and i'd not sleep.
Id open my eyes, mind set thinking to what he might be doing.
It was like as if the night isnt complete, like there is something i missed on my shopping list.
Pull a card baby, and it turned out to be a Joker.
It was a big damn joke.
But i did fall in love.
It felt real.
The only reason was cos i was blinded.
There was never an 'us' in the first place.
How could i be so foolish ?
It hurts the fuck out of me.
My first cheena love.
So-called love.
or maybe more of a dagger piercing through your vagina.
