He played me.
Fooled me.
Tormented me.
Played with my strings.
Laughed at me.
Pretend to like me.
Let me in,
Then pushed me away.
I was tired.
Sick, and tired.
Of all this torment.
So,
I planted revenge.
Destroyed him.
He was begging,
On his knees,
Crying "why"?
And I left him,
And he never,
Played me again.
Hope you enjoyed!!
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Pomes
PoetryMy teacher's have always told me I was poetic, so I'm going to share my "talent", with you guys. Keep in mind I'm only 12 years old.