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Playing These Games

Poetry By: EmeraldEyes07

Have you ever had that feeling when you find out that he doesn't like you back? Well, that's what this poem is about.

Submitted:Sep 1, 2012    Reads: 4    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

You lead me on,

you strap me in,

and you wrap me around your finger.

I am the puppet,

and you are the puppet master.

I know your ways,

and I play your games,

but tell me why I do it everytime?

I try, and I try,

But you never tell me why.

When you do this to me,

I feel like a loner,

and I feel like a victim.

But in the end,

I will survive.


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