"A player is born" By: E. D. Oghre

They say I wear my emotions on my sleeve.
It's not my fault, that's just how I feel at ease.
I don't see the need to hide how I feel,
So it blows my mind when you lie with so much ease.

Forget the lines, this is not a poem, just how I feel.
I just can't believe you will play me like this.
I trusted you, I felt you were not like the rest of them, But you played my heart into the net,
Like it was a ball and you were CR7's boot.
You took control of me from head to foot,
And pulled my strings like sasorri's puppet.

I don't know what I did to deserve this pain,
Please tell me, what was my sin. All I did was tell you how I feel, I guess it's a crime to wear my heart on my sleeves.

Next time I guess I will know better,
Than to trust a girl, cause even the devil is better.

Forgot the rhymes, this is no poem,
Just a letter from the one you have scorned.
I hope you are happy now that you have won,
I guess I now know how a player is born.
The other girls have you to thank for this,
For you slew the gentleman,
Now a player has come.

Signed
E. D. OGHRE

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