In a Mans Mind
It started when i was young,Girls would come over and steal my heart.
Then leave me and run away,
Am i not good enough?
Is seeing me not worth the time?
Do i call?
Will they care?
They say the jocks are always the players,
But people dont realize they are the ones who get played.
My heart is always getting broken,
Because the girls are trying to protect theirs.
They think every guy is the same,
When i really care.
I'm always used for protection,
She says she feels safe when she is cuddling in my arms.
But once the night is over,
Im the one who isnt safe from harm.
She avoids me,
She never calls.
Then she trys to forget that im her 'protector',
Who is accually the one who needs protection.
I was used and got my heart broken,
But what does it matter?
Beacuse im the 'player',
Who doesnt know how to play the game.
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