I know

I know, I'm stupid

I'm writing up in the dark

with the moon to watch and stars to read

I believe on the events, that never occurred

and lived my life, with false desires

I know, I'm confused

for being silent and diffident

and hesitant to ask, the 'questions' I have 

I wanted to see, that smile on her face

which should remain forever, like the Sun and its flames

I know, I'm negligent

 I made mistakes,

made severe, horrible and heinous mistakes,

still I need those hands, to hold mine and stay forever 

till the last breath I take

I know, I'm vile

thus, She is not mine, and will never be,

because the deserving one, has already died,

and whats left in me, is a remorseful guy

which deserve nothing, just a loosing sight

I know, that's why I write

that one day, she will think for a while

will remember the moments, every time I lied

and laugh out loud with some tears in her eye...!!