It Is A Painful Game Poem by Saniya Galeyeva

It Is A Painful Game



It is a painful game.
You seem to like it. Why?
My feeling`s sick and lame.
So will your one survive?

I need a piece of bread
But I am given sweets.
You want a helping hand.
Don`t tell me you need wings.

I called you "dear". It`s true.
Don`t make me say "I lied".
Why so? Why me? Why you?
And is it wrong or right?

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Saniya Galeyeva

Saniya Galeyeva

Russia, Orenburg region, Sorochinsk
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