Torn within

by Kevin Brooks   May 23, 2003


These tears stream down on my face
My friends look at you in utter disgrace
They wonder why you did what you did
Using my heart as a control grid
You played with my mind
And you made me your own design
A pawn of love
Which you made great use of
You lied and cheated
My heart was always mistreated
You turn away
As if you have nothing to say
But have something to say to you
And that is
I hate you

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