Game Show Poem by Kevin Patrick
Game Show
In my pursuit of love
ive never wanted
or even asked
for someone
to make me feel special
just someone
who accepts me
for being my genuine self
but then again
I've never really pursued love
as its a game show
with nothing genuine
full of cruel stakes
and bad actors
Where nothings won
but broken hearts
Love has many colors. It can be genuine or fake. It can bring happiness and sadness. It can be eternal or ephemeral. It is our choice if we could plunge into its unknown course.
I concur with your beautiful thoughts in the opening stanza. It resonates with me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/28/2026 4:01:31 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
A very straightforward and heartfelt poem.