Your Games Poem by Sarah matthews

Things wont be the same
playing that one game
one day together
one apart
but once is better then never
you dont end if you dont start
changes start everything
but standing starts nothing
wondering what is able
and what is not
but it all depends on your last and final thought
ashamed of all her somethings
because she cant show her true passion
lasting memories pf us wash up all the time
wishing every night that you will soon be mine
so one last time
i want to hear that stupid, little line..........
will you once again be mine?