The Game

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  • Confusion

    The Game
    He thinks its all a joke,
    And so I don't get hurt,
    I'll play along.
    But after so long,
    The game will end.
    Will he know it was
    Never a joke to me?
    That everytime he smiles
    I can hardly breathe?
    Or will it always be a joke
    In his eyes?
    And I'll have go on
    With telling the lies.
    You're the only one
    That doesn't see.
    How can you be so dense?
    Its like theres a fense
    Keeping you from seeing
    The truth to my words.
    So the game goes on
    And somehow,
    I'll keep playing on.

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    fatboy commented on The Game

    10-12-2009

    I've read a few of your poems and it seems you do write from the heart... but from a hurt heart. Keep up the good work, but learn from the pain.
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    Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

    Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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