Poetry For The Broken

replacement

I was just a replacement for your ideal type
I understand too, if I were you I wouldn't be my first choice too
She was pretty and bold to booth
I was a shy shut in recluse
I see you gave me your hooded jacket too when you should have given it to someone you love
Your pride was hurt but you are hurting my heart
You play your game just to satisfy your ego
I play dumb just to console my heart
You still talk about her and all I do is talk about you
You wish I were her I wish she would dissappear
You kiss my lips but think of her
I kiss your lips and see only you
We are alike aren't we two pretenders
I am a replacement for her but you replace the empty space close to my heart