He loves her
She doesn’t love him
He doesn’t love her
She loves him
He loves her
She doesn’t love him
We wait
We play
Like a cat and mouse kind of game
We always blame--
The name of the game
She moves on
He’s withdrawn
She won John
But not for long
She loves him
He doesn’t love her
He is in love with her
But she’s moved on
From the cat and mouse game
At last he has moved on
and sees her standing there
Starring blindly that blank stare
She makes a prayer
Oh beware
For despair
And prepare
For the unfair
Love affair
Talia Ashley Cox
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Author:
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Comments3
Nice! A perfect representation of love as a dance. A game. Its confusing and its ever flowing and changing.
Great poem!
Great write
Clever write.
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