I'm loosing myself........
I've always been courted,
never have I been dragged into a cave......
This man,
so brave.
Childlike he likes to play,
a game?
or just a normal day?
I know I'm the prey....
I know I'm the prize....
Yet something...
about his eyes.
His scars can speak to my soul,
loving him..
no goal.
It's different,
it; s strange.
My whole life.....
REARRANGED!
So the minute I stop playing,
give my attention,
and be real.....
It truly was a game he played....
my heart...
what a steal.
Laughing and bragging about my pain,
no soul....
nothing to gain!
This can't be true...
I used to play the game
better than you!
I'm loosing myself into your soul....
these dice in my hand...
roll....
I'm loosing myself,
that's all!
poem by JAR Poet
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