the fallen flowers from mah bouquet,
where the most colourful and perfumed,
the broken strings of my guitar,
wre the perfect ones to sing,
the unsaid words of mine,
were the best poems,
the pearls which i never was the best of my collection...
the times i wasted were the
best moments of ma life,
the sunset which i ve never seen
were the best scenes meant for me...
the lonely times i spend were,
the times i could make crowds of friends,
the time i missed crying ,were the best time for me to laugh madly...
i missed everything....
and i now regret!!