"The Games That You Play"

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    "The Games That You Play"

    The games that you play in mind are strong,
    But in my eyes, completely wrong.
    They say a mind is a terrible thing to waste,
    Your mind games are a perfect example of this cliche'.
    To get caught up in game is a terrible thing,
    Mind is scattered, heart attached to strings.
    Why do you feel the need for game?
    I've done no wrong but am held to blame.
    I've not toyed with your mind and emotions as you continuously have mine,
    Explanations, answers, I have not yet to find.
    I loved you unconditionally through thick and thin,
    Somehow, some reason, still I cannot win.
    I often sit and wonder, how can I remain to love thee,
    After all the game he has brought to me?
    It's an answer I have not yet found,
    I must get my strength back and stand my ground.
    For all the games you play, I now have to say,
    I'm sorry and find without you a brighter day,
    And we must finally go our seperate ways.

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    BrokenHeart2009 commented on "The Games That You Play"

    09-11-2010

    This is a wonderful piece and it is so true. I hope you done feel alone because so many people have been where you have been including me. It is real and full of confusion. Sometimes the heart wants what the mind can't explain.

    16k commented on "The Games That You Play"

    08-05-2009

    THIS DEFINITELY CAME FROM THE HEART! I LIKE IT A LOT!

    kdarcy commented on "The Games That You Play"

    05-14-2009

    Nicely said, been there- done that. Keep pounding the words out... its good for you, good for us

    dahlusion commented on "The Games That You Play"

    04-24-2009

    Very emotionally strong piece of poetry. Look within, you are your own strength…there is nothing stronger.

    Merrilyn commented on "The Games That You Play"

    03-26-2009

    nice work sweety

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