My Matter

Why do I write you a letter? For my promise it seems so better. Over the years you touched my heart, I smiled always as you are my part, I liked very much when you say me chatter. For my promise it seems so better. You asked me to go for dance that night, I picked my brother’s shirt and had a fight, I got injured and missed out fun matter. For my promise it seems so better. When I met you again you fired me out, You shouted clearly they listen as me doubt, I walked always where we sat as a setter. For my promise it seems so better. You forgot me as it was very simple, I failed to hide that grew as a dimple, I expected you shall come sooner or later. For my promise it seems so better.