Teen Poetry #9 |
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KatVern17 Junior Member
since 2009-05-07
Posts 33 |
This is about you. My mom cries Cause you had lied Oh why? Why did you lie? Nothing can explain The pain inside I try to walk and talk With my head held high But you You ruin life Came in and left Came back and left once more Can’t you make up your mind? 3 yrs old Yep that was I You came in When I was 3 Now 17 You had left What’s up with that You promised me a “dad” You promised me you wouldn’t do this But you lied You’re a fake You can’t be trusted anymore I believed it I believed you So this is a regret I must take Yes I regret believing you I called you “dad” But a dad wasn’t What you were You This is for you The things I feel I can’t say My mom knows Knows what I want What I want to do Do to you You said you would be there Be there forever But forever to you Was like almost a never The story of you and I Was only a mere thing Oh yes that it was Nothing but fake Nothing more I want to run The dark is where I’ll be You remember that box and gun Yes I’m there again Tears I hide Secrets become lies But I will no longer hide You You put my family through this Now I command you to put it to an end But you won’t Is this a game to you? High school boy Is what you’re acting like Love is just another game to you But to everyone who actually has a heart Love is a feeling the gets walked on Stomped on You This is for you A man I thought I could call “dad” But now I know I can’t You Yes I’m talking about you |
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