Recalling that month’s hugs were chilly,
yet feeling the sun’s kiss of that August day;
Knowing for you it was nothing but silly,
for me it was real as if wishing you would stay.

Days went by and nights got chiller,
you left my heart wounded and praying love wont fade;
But charcoals dont last and soon will turn to cinder,
but these ashes with no doubt, has turned to blade.

Then comes the moment a million daggers filled my core,
My heart keeps saying yes but my mind says dont;
I have never thought that i could not abore,
For your name’s the only thing my heart has ever moaned.

So should i fight or should forget,
This silly love full of regret.