I know you never loved me, and this is how I know
when it came to spending time with me,
there wasn't any place that we both would go.
We didn't do much on valentine day yes holidays were always a bust
we never went to the movies, and our sex life only collected dust.
I know you never cared a bit, my feelings weren't worth your time
the affection you never gave to me clearly said you were never mine.
You treated me like; your personnel slave, to be at your beck and call
you never called me honey or babe, no sweetheart or lover dear...
what you called me; especially mad, were names, nobody wants to hear.
I wanted to believe, that love had tied our fate
but in the end you proved me wrong, all I seen from you was hate.
You took from me;more then dreams, you took from me my hope
so I left you my broken heart, making it easier for me to cope.
I know you never loved me dear, and this is how I know...
never once did you ask, for me not to go!!!
Mmmm. Well it looks like it
Mmmm. Well it looks like it was an ugly scene.
....
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
ending ugly...
Yes it did... shs was more pissed because I was the one ending it not her.
As the eyes are the windows of our soul,
My poetry is the windows of my heart!!!