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Friday, 13 July 2012


He will sweep you off of your feet,
He is cute, funny and sweet.
He likes the same things as you

He does all the things that you love to do
He is the perfect guy of your dreams
He belongs wit you, or so it seems!

He looks into your eyes, his true self never appears
He says that he'll always be there
His touch is so soft; his hold is so tight,

His words are so soothing, his kiss is just right!
You think that you love him; you give him your heart
Little do you know that he'll tear it apart?

You do what he wants; you know it’s not good
You told him slow down, and you think he understood
You let it slide by, he's just having fun
You'll learn to like it as time goes on!

He's taken your heart, and locked it away
And you see him crush it the next day
You cry and you grieve, but then you forgive,
He won't do it again for as long as he lives!

At this point you've fallen into his trap
He has all control when you're in his lap
You're right where he wants you, he molds you like clay,
And you hear about him with some guy the next day.

He got what he wanted, accomplished his goal
He still has your heart, which he evilly stole!
He's taken your purity, you still can't believe
You feel hurt and dumb and extremely naive.

You know he's an ass, but you still want him back
And you and he will end up on the same track
All you wanted was to have some fun
Now you wish that this whole thing had never begun
You wish that one day you'll see him cry
That one day he'll know how he killed you inside!

But you know that he won't, because he's numb to pain
He'll be with some guy while you cry and complain
Beware of the players; they'll steal your heart
And they'll give it back once it’s all torn apart
Don't let them suck you into their game
Because once you lose, you're never the same.



  1. Wow, great poem.

    But to be honest in this game we've all been players or been played.

    You learn from the experience, lick your wounds and move on. Because what goes around does come around.

    Immanuel at www.dlconfessionssequel.com

    1. Thanks, I had this poem pending for TOO long, glad you like it.

  2. We are the players, we are the played. If you give your heart to easy it will be stomped. If you cut it off entirely, you'll be the player. Opening yourself up will always be a risk. The other option is not having anything that can turn to anything immportant. Finding love is always a risk.




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