Tired Of All The Games............................

He`s tired of all the
games played on him.
I`m tired of all the
games played on me.
One day he plays the
game that he LOVES me.
The next day he plays the
games that he only cares.
I can`t keep playing these
games it hurts to much.
So I should just end
these games and move on.
It will be his loss
But it will be my win.
So we both put are
heads together and may it last.

by Tracey Collins

Comments (1)

TRACY...YOU CONSTRUCT YOUR POETRY W/TIGHT DEFINITION...THIS MAKES FOR A NICE, EASY FLOWING READ...IT'S THE SIMPLICITIES OF PROSE, THAT SO OFTEN DEFINE THE JEWELS WITHIN THE POEM...PERHAPS I SHOULD TAKE HEED OF MY OWN INTERLIGHT...NICE WORK, TRACEY... FRANK