| Perceptions of the past | ||||||
| How do you percieve me? Am I a toy, discarded now you've 'grown up'? I'm so glad that from you I'm free You think you can waltz back into my life now? I'm not letting you back in, you closed the door, Not me. I slammed it. Didn't you see my pain? To come crawling back now your life must be so poor Think I could ever want you back? I feel some sort of hatred towards you Yet I think we could cope with being friends Just don't try anything, it'll fall through Because I made myself move on I saw how badly you treated me and I knew I deserve to be treated so much better than that I deserve him; a million times better than you What makes you think I even want to see your face? I don't care about you anymore. You know thats bad- I'm such a caring person. You're a disgrace. I see already that you haven't changed one bit I can forgive, move on, even cope with being 'friends' But already you let me down, too busy as usual. Gave you a chance, have another? That all depends... |
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