Game Poem by Marcquiese Burrell

Got the wrong one, I know you like to chase them down
it's all fun, when you tally the scores to count
cause when you come along, you play until there's no use
smiling with a devilish charm so devoted to the pursuit

I ain't one of your conquest
taking a heartbeat is a theft
A life so full of joy
whose now null and void

your eyes are so beautiful
your words are unmovable
is this what you call talent?
I think you've met a challenge