Love Game - Poem by Andreanna Atkins
One girl, two loves.
One decision, two gloves.
And as fist meets trial,
who's to say the blow will take?
She's not fake, life's just hard.
Should she partake? or stand guard?
Well she doesn't have a choice.
Her heart is on the line.
And what a fine to have to pay.
She loves them both but who's to say
that love has anything to do
with who has to be hurt?
In the dirt her name is thrown.
She quickly falls from off her throne.
But she is strong, she gets back up
just to finish what she starts.
Disassembled parts soon reconnect.
Just resembled marks are in affect.
But deep inside she's still the same,
just more cautious of the love game.
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