- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Guilt And Games
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Click hereIt started with games long ago
Ended in games
Don't ya know
In the middle
Taking its toll
Guilt devouring the soul
Guilt and games
whose to blame
It's all the same
Nothing has changed
Guilt and games
In the beginning
I was the one winning
Went thru this before
Come full circle
Not doing this anymore
Guilt and games
It's all the same
Nothing has changed
Not here to sway or dismay
Don't care
What some will say
Don't care
What you may think
I'm putting this down in ink
Guilt and games
It's all the same
Nothing has changed
Was labled in a fit of rage
In that moment it set the stage
Friendship,lies
Betrayals and innocence
It's all just the same bullshit
And we know it
Guilt and games
whose to blame
It's all the same
Nothing has changed
Guilt and games
We knew the game
That was played
Very carefully laid
The rest just a charade
Knew the price we had to pay
And did it willingly anyway
Guilt and games
It's all the same
Nothing has changed
Guilts a powerful thing
It consumes like a fire ring
Felt my guilt took it to the hilt
And we played the game
But no longer will I carry
This Shame
Now it's payday long over due
Finally a clue
Guilt and games
No ones to blame
Nothing is the same
Everything has changed
No more guilt and games
I may not be tough
But enough is enough
Right or wrong
I'm back where i belong
You have a new lover
Check Mate: Game Over
- COMMENTS
BlackWolf65about 17 years agoTT... This is the first time I've *really* ventured into your poetry... Very, very nice...
You are very, very good at this. Please keep writing and posting... :)
perksalmost 20 years agoquick quick poem, the structure rocks me. Yeah yeah, I know you poets are saying"if it was rhyming couplets she'd have a cow and burn us at the stake" yep, yep, I would, but it's not, it's delicious. Once again "brutual" makes its appearance in the poems today. It's my new favorite word, unless of course, it's still a typo, and then disregard my obvious appreciation for misspelling.
