The game is over
I know the score
I'm not the champion
Any more.
I lost to nil,
To many goals.
So many men
Fulfilled their roles.
So many passes
She converted,
Her play was bold
Mine introverted.
So many balls
Pulled from the net.
Every one
Remembered yet.
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Author:
Jabberwocky (
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She sounds awful............
Lol. She was in the end, but I loved her.
What is our love worth if we only love the best someone is?
Love means judging with charity and compassion. Remembering the best someone was even when all they show is the worse.
She has her demons. I pity her.
Thanks for being my audience 🙂
I should be careful..... someone has put up with me for a very long time......
Very good emotive write J.
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