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by poetking   Nov 22, 2005


At first I really didnt know you
But you became a good friend
You had soon fallen for me
It was something I had already seen
You thought I was your lost trove
And I almost fell for it,
Until, I thought about my first love
I thought about how much I hated it,
So I made a decision not to give it another try
But you came along, and I did gave it another try
And you ruined it, and I cant think of reasons why
Nothing comes to mind.
You claim you werent thinking right,
You couldve came up with something better,
Then eating pizza that night.
Cause when you love someone,
Thats wholl be on your mind all day
But you chose to do what you did
And I walked away
And you cried �no Corey, dont leave, please stay!�
But its hard to listen to someone, when you feel betrayed
Unfortunately, you might never know,
What its like to live this life I live
You might never know, what I had to give, because
I was the one who was always there,
I was the one who truly cared
I was the one who never lied,
I was the one who was abandoned alone,
I was the one that kept calling your phone,
I was the one who got used,
I was the one whose feelings were abused
And now when people say your name,
I wonder which side of you they speak of,
The side of betrayal, or the side that loves.
The side I met, was the side that I liked the best
The side I met, will never be seen the same,
The other side is the one to blame,
Because thats the face that played the game.
And I shouldve known,
And I shouldve been able to trust a girl,
Who told me she liked me almost 24/7
A girl who acted like,
If I died, shed follow me to heaven
But I guess I was wrong,
And forced to write my feelings in a song
Just always remember, Im someone that cant be replaced,
And Im also someone who was unintentionally erased.
Just know that once we get through this,
Well know everything will be right
But Im afraid that in the back of my mind
Ill never forget that night.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Alixia

    I liked the poem.
    Keep writing.

    Alixia