Player

by Cara   Jul 1, 2011


Hes so sweet,
Hes so kind,
Hes so loving,
Hes so fun.

But under all the sweetness,kindness,love and fun,
Hes a player,
And thats all he will become.

He doesnt care who he hurts,
Or what he does.
As long as he gets,
What the player wants.

Hell be sweet to you,
Hell be kind to you,
Hell tell you he likes/loves you,
And he will ALWAYS have fun with you.

A player will never love anyone,
Only them selves.
And if they do find someone,
And start to like/love them,
The player will never admit to it.

They will hurt the one person,
Who always loved them,
No matter how bad they got treated,
They will always love the player,
Who stole their heart.

For only the girl who loved the player,
Not matter what,
Will be the one hurting,
When she is forgotten.

She wishes she could have helped him,
But she never knew how.
She fell for him,
She never knew why.

She knew how wrong it was,
She didnt see him as a player with a girlfriend,
But rather a young man,
Needing to find his way.

No matter what,
To her he was,
Perfect,
Wonderful,
Sweet,
Kind,
And fun.

All she ever really wanted,
Was for the player to see her for her,
And not as just a toy to play with.
Because to her he was everything.

The player loved her son,
Very much.
And her son loved him,
He was to blind to see,
That the girl he had being playing,
Loved him very much.

Now hes all alone,
And has stopped playing his game,
Hes not happy at all,
Realizing when its much to late,
HE LOVED HER TOO.

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