Eman Awad

Game Of Love

I'm out of the game of love,
i played a few rounds but i never got pro.
And i think i've got enough,
of me saying goodbye or being told to go.
I'm not playing with you,
some one will end up hurt, and it will never be me.
Eventually, we'll be through,
and it'll be heavy on my heart to share a memory.
There are some difinit rules,
follow them and you'll be allowed to play.
Beginners are normaly fools,
and professionals win for once, for a day.
We're not any of the above cases,
and all we've had was some free rounds.
We won't get memorized by faces,
nor names, nor songs, nor play grounds.
I think it's a win-win situation,
if we agreed on losing this game.
I don't have to have a vivid imagination,
to know, we'll both be lost in love's name..

Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 30, 2008

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  • The BoOgsin (10/30/2008 7:27:00 PM)

    cynical...lol...i like it.

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