My series of whys
You fell in love with my smile. Why hate them now?
You love holding my hands. Why find somebody else’s hand to hold?
You never get tired kissing my lips. Why don’t you respond to my kisses now?
My hug completes your day. Why do you have lame hugs for me now?
I’m the only girl your eyes can see. Why do you make me feel ugly?
Having me is more than enough. Why’d you left?