Liar Liar
You used me like a puppet on a sting.
You controlled all I did, everything.
What were you thinking? How cold you do it?
You're a player but that's something you'll never admit.
You thought I was week and that you could play me?
Let me tell you, I'm no push around. You'll see.
You're a liar, a jerk, a createn, and a monster.
I hope you think how happy I made you while you're with her.
I hope my memory apears and you think of our nights.
I hope the thought gives you chills and causes you frights.
I hope you know what it is you did and what you caused.
The words you spewed made my world come to a pause.
The lies you fed me brought uplifting spirit to me again
Now I know you weren't for real, I just wish I knew it then.
This poem was written by Cel Laroque on Dec 15, 2006.
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