Scars from a Player
My heart skips a beat
Feelings start to flow
I stop myself from falling
I'm scared to let them grow
Time heals all wounds
But what about trust?
I bet he's not after love
All they ever want is lust
Who knows if he's different
What if he's not like the rest?
But they all act the same
And pretend to be the best
It's hard to see who's real
When a lot of them deceive
I don't feel like guessing
My feelings start to leave
Maybe if it was sooner
You could've stole my heart
But for now I'm not ready
I don't know where to start
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I've been writing poems since I was 11 years old (for 12 years). I've been through a lot of trauma and I have trouble letting out my emotions. The only way I can fully express myself is through writing. It helps me release my feelings so I don't keep them bottled up.
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