Treasure Island

Qistina Zaini

(ipoh)

Unrequited Love


secret.. will always be
memories are the cure
my unrequited love
the only one
and only

*MEMORIES*

from the start
anger turns cool
hate turns love
history becomes the music to my ears
and i? fall for you

every moments i feel like heaven
every facts, it seems so true
and
every lessons become so pure.

it just so sad that a secret will always be will
you WILL never know and i WILL never confess
I'm too afraid of being rejected
too proud to be hurt
*REGRET*
how i wish i can turn back the time
to let you know
to tell you
how much i love you

i prayed
but
it just to late
now and forever regret is not just a word
it becomes ME.
*i know*
I had to let you go
even in my dreams.

the end.

Submitted: Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, January 28, 2014

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