What You Do To Me - Poem by L.J. Miller
Tired of drama, tired of pain,
It’s not my dilemma, if you like to stand in the rain.
I love you; I'll never let you down,
But what you do, is treat me like the clown.
I was there, all that while
Breathing the same air, making you smile
It was never enough, to be there for you
I acted all tough, but there was nothing to do
I held your hand, wiped away the tears
I helped you stand, helped you forget your fears
Where were you, when I needed somebody?
What would you do, if there was nobody?
How can you stand there, telling me to go away?
Saying it’s not fair, that I won’t stay?
Loving you is just a game, that I always loose
You get your fame, I don’t get to choose
When you’re a lost cause, and hopeless
When you’re breaking the laws, and sleepless
Where will I be, right there?
Muttering softly, the words you want to hear?
Not this time, I can’t keep playing around
I’ve heard this rhyme; I’ve been on this battle ground
No one ever wins, not in a game like this
This is how it ends, without a good-bye kiss
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