i wrote a poem about how you made me feel
to you it was a game, for me all to real
all those words you said were just for egos' sake
and again I'm in a narcissistics' world
it's just my fate
you poked and prodded to tell you how i feel
all for your enjoyment cause the hurt is your thrill
a good guy in sheeps clothing
a gentleman turned crook
you stole a heart with no intentions of keeping it from harm
it's unfortunate for me and believe it or not, for you too
but the pain you caused doesn't register in your brain
you only think of you, your needs, when you want it
with no regards to me
a late night for bed talk i said no more
but that ego says you can still call at 4
all i can so is wish you the best and hope you find someone who is as great as you!
E