Seeing the stampede of couples everywhere I turn, does not ease the pain.
I hate it when I see them holding hands.
I hate it when I see them looking at each other.
I hate it when I see them lean on each other when the train lurches.
I hate it when I see them steal kisses on the escalator.
I hate it when I see them hugging on the train.
Everything reminds me of us.
Get me back to Bishan, maybe I should never have left the room.
Damn this guy just kissed his girl so loudly. DAMN!
No comments:
Post a Comment