You just wanted a play thing,
you just wanted a toy.
How was I suppose to know that?
All I wanted was love.
All I wanted was someone to know me,
the real me.
You knew that so why did you use me?
I gave you what you wanted,
but yet you always came back for more.
Everytime I seen you,
my heart broke again.
I knew you didn't want me,
so why couldn't I say no?
Why couldn't I just stop seeing you?
Why can't your voice,
your face leave my mind?
Why can't I forget the way you walk,
the way you talk,
the way you listen to music when you are annoyed,
the way you hate 80's music,
the way you love to dance?
Why can't I stop loving you
when all you do is use me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
he was crying yes, there were no tears' yet he was crying for after all these years of mad passion and loneliness to which he was used he knew that he had been USED. great piece of work! ! ! ! ! !