I am convinced
that what you tell me isn't true
you say what I want to hear
that's fine--I play this game too
I think it scares me more
to believe what you say
because then I'll know I'm not
just a game you play
Most people would give
so much for something real
and I wonder why
something fleeting is my appeal
I thought with you
everything was distraction
no worry of commitment
nothing put in action
you play like me
careless and I see
I follow you
I look for nothing true
I thought we'd agree
there's no "you and me"
I thought you'd soon part
from my unbreakable heart
I hate to understand
that your words are not a lie
telling me these things
only make me ask "why?"
I cannot discern
what you hope to gain
if you're sure your candor
won't bring you pain
I'm sorry to say
I thought you were like me
but I think I'm somewhat more
extreme than you may be
I regret to inform you
I don't feel the same
you've been careless with others
And I won this game
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Poems
PoésieI'm no poet. I am not a fan of poetry. But sometimes you have those poems in the back of your head, the poems that can sum up your feelings. Sometimes you have poems that don't describe anything, but just came out as a beautiful cluster of words...
