Foolish I have been.
To have trusted her; a sin.
Forgiveness I ask.
She was a liar.
Convincing, her fables were.
She made me doubt you.
I loved you so much.
“But there is no trust,” she said.
It seemed like a dream.
I miss you so much.
My heart will never let go.
Yet it is too late.
You are with her now.
You deserve to be happy.
Sorrow is my fate.
Rolling in Mind After Class
Rolling in Mind After Class 