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Forgive me


She dresses old fashion But her love was pure and true I told her so many lies She never frowned always smiles Everytime I hurt her She cries and even come more closer I took her for a fool She never loses her cool When I said goodbye I thought she would break down and die She moved on with her life She would have been a better wife Seeing her with another lover Makes my heart aches and bitter What a fool I am Mariam.
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