sWe3t pOeM
Everytime i sit alone in my room..i look outside the window, i kept getting flashbacks from the memories of the past. Some are really really sweet…but some are damn bloody bitter. There is one bitter memory that i’m trying to get rid of it…but somehow…i just couldn’t. The harder i try, the harder it is for me to get rid of it. I’m not in da mood rite now to tell the whole story…maybe some other time. However this poem below is one of my favourites. I was that girl once…however..the guy didn’t understand…so to all guys out there..plz read dis and the rest is up to you.
If a girl cries in front of you,
it means that she couldn’t take it anymore.
If you take her hand,
she would stay with you for the rest of your
life;
If you let her go,
she couldn’t go back to being herself anymore.
A girl wont cry easily,
Except in front of the person
who she love the most,
she becomes weak.
A girl wont cry easily,
only when she loves you the most,
she put down her ego.
Guys, if a girl cries bcoz of you
please hold her hands firmly,
she’s the one who would stay
with you for the rest of your life.
Guys, if a girl cries bcoz of you,
please dont give her up,
maybe bcoz of your decision,
you ruin her life.
When she cry rite infront of you,
When she cry bcoz of you,
Look into her eyes,
Can u see n feel the pain n hurt she’s feeling?
Think.
Which other girl have cried
wif pure sincerity,
Infront of you,
And bcoz of you?
She cry not because she is weak,
She cry not bcoz she wan sympathy or pity,
She cry,
Because crying silently is no longer possible,
the pain,hurt,n agony have
become too big a burden to be kept inside.
Guys,
Think about it,
If a girl cry her heart out 2 you,
And all because of you,
Its time to look back on wat u have done,
Only you will know the answer to it.
Do consider it,
Coz one day,
It may be too late for regrets,
It may be too late to say "im sorry".
Ponder this message seriously.
Dont do dis to a girl,
You may regret for the rest of your life.
Maybe in your life,
she’s the only one that love
YOU the most.
