travels

All I Have

I remember the day we met you

I remember we got along instantly

I remember that you asked her

"What are the things you can do, possibly?"

One could write, you said

The other could draw beautifully

But when her eyes, it turned to me

You said all I have is nothing

But the ability to smile and be friendly

And it's pathetic, isn't it?

That even that I could not do right

So I can do nothing but put up a fight

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i'll never forget that day. and it's pathetic, really, that even my talent i couldn't do properly.