I thought I was happy,
I thought I was lucky,
I thought it was a bliss
to be loved.
Till I thought I was being loved,
by one which I might not be able to return the love to,
by one which I thought I was nearer to,
A tough decision.
Till the day,
Till the moment,
I realise the Truth,
that it was all one-sided.
Sad and disappointed,
With the smile I wear,
Tears flowed deep.
In the heart where no one knows.
But still glad,
no feelings are returned,
no feelings are exchanged,
so no hurt will exist.
Being hurt once deep and hard,
is more than enough,
I should have learn,
I should have wise up.
The Truth is painful,
The Truth is fearful,
The Truth is hurtful,
but I rather know The Truth.
To be loved is blissful,
To be loved is wonderful,
when both understands one another,
when both think they are for one another.
I rather it to be in this way,
I rather wat had happened to happen,
I rather the one hurted is me,
den the one I care for.