A Game Of Love - Poem by Daryl lyraD
What exactly are you playing at?
Do you know how often
my heart yearns for you,
how often I'm flustered
because of you.
I doubt you feel anything of the closest semblance
to whatever I'm going through,
how my heart aches for you
ever so often. Ever so often,
I think of you.
Then again, I'm the very one to blame.
For being ever so smitten
by the likes of you, just my very luck
to have to have fallen
for someone like you.
I must have been a fool,
so bloody naive and hopeful
to think I could win over the likes of you,
when I'm just nobody,
or a relatively unknown somebody.
However this matters not,
as somehow this very force of attraction
still lingers, and unable I am
to pull away.
I'm sorry dear, but I think I'm still in love with you.
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