She Lives, She walks.

She lives, she walks,
she plays, she talks
she laugh, she cries
shes hurt, she asks why

shes made me cry
shes made me tear
how could i hurt her?
someone so dear.

i played with her heart
i played with her mind
ive done wrong
so many times.

wondering why i cant make her mine
i have cried over her so many times
time and time again, she is in my mind
is it true, is love blind?

love has it obsticals,
love has it paths
love has me wondering
why it didnt last.

ive hurt her so much
ive hurt her so bad
she told me i was like her dad
love has left me hurting so bad

i need to end this poem,
i need to stop the ryme
i wish i could turn back the hands of time
cause then she would still be mine.