Special? I don’t think so!
This is a poem about my love life.
It cuts right trough me as a knife.
It started in the class.
These memories doesn’t just pass
away from my head, my mind and my deepest thought.
No, this memory will stay longer than I thought!
You were new at this school,
you made me feel like a fool
because this was my first true love.
Like flying on a cloud above.
I didn’t mean anything
but you meant everything.
I didn’t know but you just used me.
I was just glad that I felt like someone cared about me.
I thought I knew and not just felt.
The way you touched and kissed me made my heart melt.
I was torn to the bottom of my heart
but did you care? No, cause you were too smart
to even care about others
You had 1, 2, 3 other lovers!
You weren’t really nice.
Such a surprise!
You cheated and you lied.
If it was me I would have died!
Because such a shame, such a load,
would only make my heart explode.
I was sad and confused. I just wanted to make him pay.
Now I just wanna kick him and say:
“How could you? How dared you?”
“Was I ever something special to you?
I broke up and you weren’t even sad!
That just made me even more mad.
The next day, you made a switch
and all of a sudden you were with the towns Bitch.
She cheated on you like it just was “a thing”
and then I just couldn’t stop laughing.
She did too you what you did too me.
I was just so happy!
I went trough a rough time with a lot of sorrow and pain,
and that I don’t wanna go trough again!
Don’t ever play with my feelings!
Skrevet d.
27. september 2006, 21:02
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