Lolita.

She was my Lolita,

My everything.

When she was around I felt younger again.

I remember when the wind blows her face,

I liked the smell of her gold hair, oh that nice smell, like vanilla.

I can see her skinny legs when she was dancing, 

dancing like a bird in the morning sky.

I could kiss her lips, 

oh god temptation is such a bad thing but I wanted.

So I did.

I was afraid of lost her, 

blinded by her follies I did everything she wanted.

I really loved her, I still love her,

 she didn't and she doesn't,

 but I don't care because I can give her enough  love for both.

Maybe she laughed at me, believe me when I say it hurts.

I would do anything just for make her to love me 

once for her life.

People say that you can't make anyone to love you, 

you won't know until you try.

Author's Note

what do you think?