I Hate Windows
I didn't know what it meant to be in love,
until I saw her for the first time.
It wasn't the type of love you find in every book or movie,
but yet, in another sense, it kind of was.
I don't mean the fairytale kind of stories,
it was almost too pure for that.
I was never one to know what love at first sight was,
or if it even existed at all.
All I knew was, she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen.
I didn't know what love was, at all..
I guess that was my problem,
Suppose I should have learned what love was,
before I met her or let us fall..
Suppose I should have walked away,
When I noticed her smile could pierce my soul,
and her laugh could bring me home..
I wanted her to myself though,
Her red hair, green eyes, snow white skin, her pale pink lips..
I needed her all to myself.
Craved for her to be mine,
and only mine...
I didn't know what heartache felt like,
until the day she left my window open..
without me knowing..
She left a letter though, and it read ;
I'm sorry it's coming to this,
I don't love you,I jumped out the window, so I didn't wake you.. "
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