I’m so tired of this game
 And you’re the only one to blame
I don’t want to play
 This “now you see me”
Now you don’t game
I know you don’t like her
Like I like you
Like you used to like me
 Before the storm
 Before the darkness
Before I lost being beautiful
And before you lost being my beautiful
 Just shut up
 And stop trying to please
 Both of us
 Pick your friend
 And pick your foe
It’ll be worse then having
Me and
 Losing her
 If you like her so much
 Then I’m your foe
So pick
This is your mess
 So try to clean it up
Just be careful
 Or you might
Knock something else over
4 comments
This is not my best poem. But writing about it helped. I’d love to hear your comments.Thanks.
I like it a lot. You are a talenyed poet.
Thanks oh and you spelt talented wrong lol. I don’t really care.
Haha. I suk at spelling. But that was purely accident. Your welcome 🙂