Player
- Ash
With tears in my eyes, I walked down the street,
It wasn't me at all, whom he wanted to meet.
Rushing in my mind, came thoughts of the past,
At one point of my life, I thought they would last.
The chats on Facebook, the useless dates,
His pretenses of us being soul mates.
Today, we were meeting for the first time,
But when I arrived, everything seemed so fake and anime.
He stood there, with another girl in his arms,
I looked at him, with anger, jealousy and alarm.
"How do I explain, baby you're my life --"
Were the exact words he said, I was like
"Oh yeah, if that be true, better hit me with a knife."
Yes, I admit he got me,
I was too blind to see.
My heart, of course he did take,
Played with it, had fun
And threw it away.
I realized what a horrid mistake did I make-
He's a player, for God's sake!
Yes, this poem is dedicated to someone, and no, that someone will remain anonymous. When he sees this poem (IF he sees it that is) he will know that it is about him. :(
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