Love Me For Me (the Real Me)

Love Me For Me (the Real Me) short poem

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See me not caring anymore
see me walking out the door
you’ve hurt me for the last time
and I’m tired of you trying to
mess with my mind, so see me
not caring anymore, see me
see me walking out the door…
Someday somebody will find me
and fall head over heels in love
with me, somebody who will
appreciate me for me…
I thought you were the one now
I know I was wrong but oh well it
wasn’t the first time, it won’t be the
last time, ‘cuz I know I’m not always
a very good judge of character but
someday maybe I will find my soul
mate and live happily ever after until
then I just have to believe someday
somebody will find me and LOVE
ME FOR ME…
It’s unbelievable how many times
I’ve been played the fool but I guess
that’s how it goes when you think
everybody’s has a heart of gold but
I’m tired of being used and played the
fool so you are the last one from this
moment on until I know my soul
mate finally comes along…
Yeah ‘cuz I just gotta keep believing
someday, somebody will find me and
LOVE ME FOR ME, LOVE ME FOR
ME…THE REAL ME.

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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