I Was Used Poem by Randy McClave

I Was Used



She was my lover
I had hoped,
But, I was doped;
I bought her that and this,
But, I never got a kiss.
I never held her hand
As I had wanted,
I was daunted;
She was always amused,
And I was always used.

Randy L. McClave

Friday, February 3, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: hurt,sad,tease
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Randy McClave

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Ashland, Kentucky
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