A poem about unrequited love. Someone naive can never be cared for by a manipulator |
And so it is Just like you said it would be No one will ever waste their love on me. Sweet turning bitter with the sourness of despair No other pain can compare to an innocent naive heart's despair. Are you my angel or are you my nightmare? You filled my heart to bursting point With the liquors of your love My heart is wasted so much so that I can taste it. In the back of my throat You said you loved me then took it back. My heart is splintered, broken, cracked How you've hurt me my love Used me Torn me apart and abused me I cry these masochist's tears pain is all I've ever felt so you blind me Undermined me Made me feel so alone You want to be my king you want everyone to leave me alone Please don't hurt me anymore I find myself begging on the floor Please Please love me A masochistic plea You love it when I beg I'm the only one that's ever shown you love so you'll never set me free. My heart is so wasted that I can taste it In my throat your poisonous love This masochist lays on the floor wasted and abused I love you and I can't help it I'm here for you to misuse Just love me in the end |