If my deep pain ,
is your big grin,
then,
hurt me,
again, and again.

If my rolling tear,
is what you want to see and hear,
my dear,
i better dissapear.

you are the one,
that my heart is given to,
but the mistakes i have made , i cannot redo.

If i were allowed to redo,
i will shape the circle of perfection, out of the cake of humiliation.