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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