Sometimes it’s nvr enough being so used to feeling her pain, Waiting for her in d pouring rain, all lil things to make her smile, thinking abt her every nw n while..
Sometimes it’s nvr enough driving miles 2 see if she is alright, calling her in d middle of a lonely night, dancing 4 her even when u can’t, listening carefully 2 her senseless rant…
Sometimes it’s nvr enough whoever u r, watever u did, doing anything to fulfill her every need, being d only shoulder she cries on, being d only person she trusts upon…
Sometimes it’s nvr enough reminding her all d time hw much she means 2 u, hw beautiful she seems 2 u, remembering all d songs she sing, saving every month 4 her diamond ring…
Sometimes it’s nvr enough feeling her missed heartbeat, all d moments of togetherness bitter or sweet, knowing secrets of her deepest fears, wiping off all her tears…
Sometimes it’s nvr enough to love unconditionally, waiting for a falling star to wish upon hopefully, to give your all for a smile on her face, all ur efforts to save her grace…
Sometimes it’s nvr enough dreaming abt her damn whole night, waking up in d morning jst 2 see her sight, every gift u had chosen carefully 4 her, every verse written 2 praise her…
Sometimes its nvr enough watever u do, hwevr true ur luv n u, evn she may b knowing it, bt she can’t help it, she is so helpless, she can’t fight it…
Sometimes its never enough, Weird, yet true. Her priorities r more imp than u, she doesn’t know what to do so she walks away though she luvs u…
Sometimes it’s nvr enough hw much u may try to hold on, being d only one she may count on, nthing will stop her say goodbye, n all u can ask is why???
Whatever u give, whatever u let her take, u could nvr bring her back, however u may try 2 forget, u may even try 2 hate, she will always b part of ur stories, u can’t jst erase ur memories…
sometimes ur life is put at stake bt even it’s nvr enough to get her back…
N it could nvr b enough…. Cz u know u can buy a thing by paying it’s cost bt it can nvr b enough to get d luv u hv lost…
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