She Might Not Even Remember

Hitting the door in anger
throwing the papers on the floor,
annoying you the whole day longer
making you feel obscure.

Expecting you to be there forever
trying not to be there for you ever,
running away without caring how you feel
the thoughts about you I always seel.

The things I desire I would always sorn
how much you can incur was never my concern,
with all your love you would always adjourn
how would I know I was this stubborn.

Perhaps, all this happening
you let your tenderness growing,
bringing me back when I went wrong
you are the reason I have grown.

Those days have passed, now I remember them and laugh,
Yet the journey is hard, but your guidance is enough..