Game
In my heart there's a hole, deeper than the abys. It takes away all the good, leaving me alone and unloved. You, out of hatred, betrayal, boredom, or, perhaps, all three, put that hole there. It was all a game for you. A sick, twisted game to see how long I could go until I cracked.
Now, you've won your game. I'm dropping the fake smile and letting the tears flow. You've won your game.
09-23-2010
soccerchick556 commented on Game
09-23-2010
09-20-2010
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Just Think of You This Year | 0 | 12/27/2010 |
| Ceasefire | 0 | 09/28/2010 |
| Radio | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
| Superman | 2 | 09/20/2010 |
| Scars | 1 | 09/20/2010 |
| I Love You | 1 | 09/20/2010 |
| I Still Love You | 1 | 09/20/2010 |
| Memories | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
| Light at the End of the Tunnel | 1 | 09/20/2010 |
| Game | 3 | 09/20/2010 |
| Whisper | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
| U+Me | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
| Too Much Hurt | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
| Lullaby Baby | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
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