The Game

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    The Game

     Hate the players, hate the game,
    yet you played me all the same.
    Tried to be with you,
    had to change you.
    The world doesn't need
    more like you.
    Held you on a pedestal
    but you never met the mark.
    That's the game love plays on us,
    patient and kind but never jealous.
    Not supposed to take offense,
    but you bring it out in me.
    I am boastful, conceited, rude
    and selfish with you.
    I play the hand I'm dealt
    when it comes to you.

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    ESSENCEOFLOVE commented on The Game

    09-12-2011

    I love the emotional dump and I can relate to a fool who wasn't man enough to step to the plate.............E
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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

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

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