You say you want again to feel my touch,

But that’s asking for too much.

You abused me,

You used me.

 

Now you want me back,

That won’t happen.

Now you plead,

You’re even on your knees.

 

I once was on my knees; your hands pulling my hair,

You remember, I cried, because I didn’t want to be there.

It was a life no one should have to live,

You stole my life, but had nothing to give.

 

All I wanted was love and care,

Someone to love me and always be there.

But that, with you, wasn’t to be,

So now you’ll have to sit and miss me.

 

© 2002
By: Janice Jarnagin