Someone help out of of this nightmare"/, by raining smiles
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i'm sick and tired of being"
played.
lied to.
used.
for what,to get in my pants?
i don't understand it.
it's not like anyone else has gotten in them yet?
so why the hell do you think you can?
just cause you say "love me"?
throw me a bone
i'm through with guys treating me like this, white trash to
be thrown around in the wind.
I should have stayed with the one who made me smile and
laugh like he did
but all i did was play with his heart and i'm soo sorry...
i'm just scared of what was really happeneing at the time..
someone help me out of this nightmare.
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Posted: 2010-04-19 20:36:38 UTC |
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2010-07-27 16:04:17 | zishan evans |
Lost love, a fealing of regret.
It is not often that we meet that perfect
love,but when we do we must cling to it.
Your poem shows the misery one experience when a viable lover is played with.
Zishan
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