The Game is Over
We've been apert for a while but it feels like 100 years have passed.
You have left your mark on my heart and it will be there till someone comes by and heals it.
You were just playing a game like a little kid, you won my heart but now you lost it.
Now you come to me with your sorrys and i love you's but the game is over and im over you.
So now i say goodbye to you.
p.s. i forgive u
gogant commented on The Game is Over
10-08-2009
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Your Love is too Much | 0 | 01/30/2010 |
| The Game is Over | 1 | 10/05/2009 |
| The End | 1 | 10/04/2009 |
| Hurting and Dying | 1 | 09/30/2009 |
| Just Listen | 2 | 09/30/2009 |
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