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You treated me like I was your toy, I had plans to become your boy, I thought of what all, But never imagined this fall. The fall of our love, The fall I will serve, This isn’t what I deserve, I thought our love could preserve. Yet we are standing here, With eyes full of tears, We could have been peers, If you had kept me as your dear. Instead, you asked me to help you, I thought this was to grow closer, But you were just my player, and your game ---a love slayer. I would give you that, You are a very good liar, And I am just a cryer, Now start finding your new buyer Wrong is what I am not, for even after your plot My heart still loves you, All it is perceives blue. Are you happy now, After treating me like a cow, Is your personal vendetta complete, can I find someone else to please. But I will still ask you, Why did you choose me, What made me a key, What is that you plea? When I see your photo, Tears fill my eyes, my hairs start to rise, While my mind still ask--- “Why me?” My love for you was true But you treated me like your crew Now I need something strong to brew To forget that you ever flew
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Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 2:47 PM UTC
The biased love game
You treated me like I was your toy, I had plans to become your boy, I thought of what all, But never imagined this fall. The fall of our love, The fall I will serve, This isn’t what I deserve, I thought our love could preserve. Yet we are standing here, With eyes full of tears, We could have been peers, If you had kept me as your dear. Instead, you asked me to help you, I thought this was to grow closer, But you were just my player, and your game ---a love slayer. I would give you that, You are a very good liar, And I am just a cryer, Now start finding your new buyer Wrong is what I am not, for even after your plot My heart still loves you, All it is perceives blue. Are you happy now, After treating me like a cow, Is your personal vendetta complete, can I find someone else to please. But I will still ask you, Why did you choose me, What made me a key, What is that you plea? When I see your photo, Tears fill my eyes, my hairs start to rise, While my mind still ask--- “Why me?” My love for you was true But you treated me like your crew Now I need something strong to brew To forget that you ever flew
Hriday_Shah
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15/M/Mumbai,India
Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 2:47 PM UTC
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