Game.

by Linsey   Mar 22, 2006


This is it, now I'm done,
you want to play games,
the games you always win.
I'm taking my heart and holding it for someone new.
I'm fed up with the little I love yous.
If you love me, why do I cry?
Cry wondering what I did so wrong.
If you love me, why do you always hurt me?
For once in my life it's time for me to win.
Win this little game you hold over me.

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  • 18 years ago

    by isaiah

    U da truth shody

  • 18 years ago

    by Miranda

    I know exactly how you feel. But i have finally moved on and found the perfect guy. Thanks for the comment and this poem is really good

  • Good poem :)

  • 18 years ago

    by Sorefromreality

    My ex plays games like that... i kno the cruel games well...they screw w/ ur head...grrt poem..keep writing...
    love ya lots,
    sore