“I’m just not that into you.”
It was at the park, and we were having a picnic.
She was wearing all white, like an angel.
We were friends but I wanted more than that.
The clock was ticking, ‘tick-tock’, tell her!
I told her, and after that, like a mother giving birth the wait was no more,
But the pain was. “I’m sorry but I don’t love you like that,” she said.
Friends became enemies,
Love turned to hate and those words changed my face.