Obviously I could say I'm sorry,
but it was your decision.
It was your way of finding glory,
you didn't need my premission.
Obviously I tried to forget it,
I did the best I could, and ran away.
Probably I was just tired of your shit
and for the first time I had no words, nothing left to say.
Obviosly you just played me,
like a toy you are picking up,
putting it down, knowing what it could be,
and throwing it away, tasting blood.
Obviously I can't read your mind,
I don't know if you've ever had a plan,
while shooting around and not being kind,
everything just to prove that, in the end, you still can't love a man?
Obviously i still can't hate you,
I'll still cry about you at night.
So, what are you going to do?
You can't put on another fight.
H.R.
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Some Different Words
PoetryThis is just some poetry written by me, for everyone who needs it. If you need a window to look out of your world or out of a place you are hidding in, just take a look and maybe lose yourself for a while.