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    Would it matter,if we were to talk about the games people play
    Would you like me less?
    Like me more?
    If you knew the real me
    Maybe not
    She is too soft
    Too vulnerable
    Too accepting
    I .....remember well...the games people play
    Emotions are like rollercoasters
    In the end you have to get off the rides
    Lesson's learned,people to be forgiven
    The damned feels betrayed my their own entrapments
    So if I say......I love you
    Take it an hold it,as I love few
    To love ,is to open oneself ,with all the innocence of a child
    To give others... freedom ..to come into ones life
    And whether it is to bring pleasure or pain
    One must always keep the inner-core of ones being
    To be able to survive.......whatever is to come

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    poetheart87 commented on Games

    07-30-2009

    people do play games. Sometimes freedom is given as you say, but I think for the most part people just do it to be mean and hurtful.

    Wallysaruman commented on Games

    07-30-2009

    Outstanding! We all put on 'please, like me!' masks... sometimes fearing the real us is not to be liked; and we might be wrong, some of the time. I think that if we drop the game-face, we'll find someone that truly loves us and we can show them who we really are from the start.

    optimistic commented on Games

    07-23-2009

    Well put and a great description, of Games and love you really push some buttons on the controller of poetry, great write.

    rollerderby commented on Games

    07-22-2009

    another fine poem my dear. We have to have love in our life, to make life worth living. We all play the game, after all, life itself is a game and how we play determines if we're winners or losers come judgement day. Well spoken dear!

    Smurf1 commented on Games

    07-22-2009

    If you get a chance I would like you to read my poem (Axiom!) and may god bless her Soul, I'am sorry for your lost. Brave.

    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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