To her he was some standard boy
she played with his mind like he was a sex toy
every day he would say them 3 special worlds
and just like that the es turned
she carried on treating him with no respect
messing his head up with no regret
then the boy followed in her footsteps
with his heart still not completed
he treated other girls how he was treated
so when a girl turns round and asks herself
why do these boys disrespect us
hold us down and make us love ?
think about this poem I'm writing
it started with a girl and ended with a boy
they played with love like it was a toy
so when your love life seems to collapse
remember how it started it was all an act!
