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Playing With Love
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I thought I was safe with you,
But I was soon proved wrong.
You didn't care,
You couldn't care.
Just playing with love.
I thought I was dead after you,
I didn't think I could go on.
What did you care?
You didn't save me.
Just playing with love.
Then he came to me,
My knight in not so shining armor.
He saved me unlike you.
He actually cared for me.
Just playing with love.
You my prince cared for me,
Protected me from me.
You actually cared about me,
It showed in ever motion you made.
Just playing with love.
I soon discovered that I too cared,
You were what I needed.
My strength and hope.
My shelter and savior.
Just playing with love.
We didn't think this would happen,
Not to us that is.
Just young and innocent,
No worries for us.
Just playing with love.
Then it happened to me,
You turned on me and our love.
Grabbed the knife and stuck it in.
Right into my heart.
Just playing with love.
Now I see that it isn't safe,
To love anyone at this time.
The times are dark.
Everything is Cruel.
I'll just end up,
Playing with love.
But I was soon proved wrong.
You didn't care,
You couldn't care.
Just playing with love.
I thought I was dead after you,
I didn't think I could go on.
What did you care?
You didn't save me.
Just playing with love.
Then he came to me,
My knight in not so shining armor.
He saved me unlike you.
He actually cared for me.
Just playing with love.
You my prince cared for me,
Protected me from me.
You actually cared about me,
It showed in ever motion you made.
Just playing with love.
I soon discovered that I too cared,
You were what I needed.
My strength and hope.
My shelter and savior.
Just playing with love.
We didn't think this would happen,
Not to us that is.
Just young and innocent,
No worries for us.
Just playing with love.
Then it happened to me,
You turned on me and our love.
Grabbed the knife and stuck it in.
Right into my heart.
Just playing with love.
Now I see that it isn't safe,
To love anyone at this time.
The times are dark.
Everything is Cruel.
I'll just end up,
Playing with love.
Chances this is in the right category are slim to none right now, but I don't care. Just tell me where it goes if it is in the wrong spot. Frankly, I'm too angry to care and the person that induced this poem will probably never read it.
Don't I feel loved.
Don't I feel loved.
© 2005 - 2025 akiko-writings
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nicely written...