Poem #1
here's a peom that i wrote a longggggg time ago most might be wondering who it is about, but i am keeping the name with held. besides it dont matter anymore
Wolves in sheep clothing
You say you love me.... well fuck you
How can you look me in my eyes and tell me I am everything to you
Knowing dame well you are thinking of somebody else
You had me fooled, you really did
It was ____ this,____ that. I told me friends about you constantly.
“I think I love him, he's so good to me”
But it was all a act wasn't it?
Fuck you and all the things you filled my head with, they are nothing now!
Fuck you and all the things you filled my hands with they are no longer hold able!
You were the only one I could trust, the only one.
Now you fucked up, you fucked up real bad.
And I'm no longer yours
I said words cant express what I feel for you?
Yes...well... fuck that shit
Because now words cant express how much I am hurt
I guess it was my fault for looking at the notebook
But even so, fuck it
More than 26 and only once was I mentioned. ONCE!!!
I don't know what to say
“Tell him how you feel” I think,
But I guess you can already sense that
What will it be like when Monday comes
It's only tomorrow after all
What will I tell you
What will I say
Well, baby.... It don't matter anymore....
You ain't listening anyway.
Wolves in sheep clothing
You say you love me.... well fuck you
How can you look me in my eyes and tell me I am everything to you
Knowing dame well you are thinking of somebody else
You had me fooled, you really did
It was ____ this,____ that. I told me friends about you constantly.
“I think I love him, he's so good to me”
But it was all a act wasn't it?
Fuck you and all the things you filled my head with, they are nothing now!
Fuck you and all the things you filled my hands with they are no longer hold able!
You were the only one I could trust, the only one.
Now you fucked up, you fucked up real bad.
And I'm no longer yours
I said words cant express what I feel for you?
Yes...well... fuck that shit
Because now words cant express how much I am hurt
I guess it was my fault for looking at the notebook
But even so, fuck it
More than 26 and only once was I mentioned. ONCE!!!
I don't know what to say
“Tell him how you feel” I think,
But I guess you can already sense that
What will it be like when Monday comes
It's only tomorrow after all
What will I tell you
What will I say
Well, baby.... It don't matter anymore....
You ain't listening anyway.