Thursday, May 20, 2010
Love Is A Game
My kindness crumbles with every spite,
No price big enough for the tears I shed at night.
My hurt is always in view.
Showing everyone he makes me blue.
seeing him with her kills me inside,
My heart in a grave must now there reside.
There in that crumbled heap,
that is where my dreams will seep,
for dreams can not live without a heart.
He has now taken my life and world apart,
But he is not to blame.
I knew the risks of this game,
before i began to play,
and now I must pay,
for i have lost the game