ken van

Rookie (12/15/89 / michigan)

The Game - Poem by ken van

She laid the card
And i played the game
If i tell anyone nothing will ever be the same?

I dont know why i did it
Why wasn`t I thinking
I feel that our existance
Is slowly shrinking

This game of deception
How will it grow?
How will it fly?
I wont show it
But, inside me all i do is cry

The game is almost over
Only to find out it has only begun
She laid the card
When will the deception?
And the game be done?

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 11, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2011


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