Isaiahh Sanders

You Played Me, And Our Love. - Poem by Isaiahh Sanders

remember the time we watched the stars,
remember how happy we used to be.
your evil little ways,
your sinful beautiful ways,
how they could ring me in.
you kept breaking my fragile little heart.
and some how i miss you,
i miss your smell,
i miss everything about you.
even though you twisted our love,
murdered my soul,
and broke my spirit,
i still crave for you to come back.
because you could fill the hole that was missing,
in my heart.
but you never cared,
you only played me.
like a harp,
and then just cut off all my strings.
you always got your ways
you never thought of me,
and my feelings.
and now i must cry,
alone at night,
because of what you have made of me.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 28, 2010

Poem Edited: Saturday, August 28, 2010

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