I'm asking you not to lead me on,
Praying that you won't be another,
I'm pleading with you,
Please, don't dent my heart too.
I'm young and incapable
Of controlling my emotions,
A cynic I may be
But one that tries to see the best in people.
Getting to attached,
Taking your compliments to heart,
Building them up
To something they should never be,
Thinking of you whilst you're forgetting me…
Will surely lead to familiar pain
And that reoccurring embarrassment again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Eima, you have captured such vulnerability here - liked the line, 'Thinking of you whilst you're forgetting me'. Kind regards, Justine.