You were the nought.
I was the X.
You got bored.
Moved on to the next.
Remember that game?
I was the nought.
You were the X.
You still won.
Got all the sex.
Remember that game?
You were the nought.
I was the X.
Forever we fought,
Nothing was left.
Remember that game?
It was a stalemate.
Stupid game anyway.
I like the rymes, the back and forth, game-playing in this one. -chuck
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the metaphors in this one great illl give it a well youll see lol