Innocent

I always remember the night you gave me rain. Still on the cab when I read your text, holding your gifts and pink rose you gave me. One tragic valentine when the tears drop and I remember begging so badly like I have no pride and wishing it's just a nightmare. Too innocent and clumsy to fall again and again in stupid lie you call it love. i thought true love is existed in this century but love doesn't count after goodbye, or may be it's not love after all, just a passion to knocked each other's heart and be proud about it...