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    Rhythm swallows me,
    engulfs my senses
    rids me of responsibility.
    This is not me…
    I don’t know who I am -
    but it is not this.
    I won’t ever find satisfaction
    in a strangers kiss.
    I’m finished with crying 
    for anyone.
    I played love, like a game 
    for fun.
    I’m finished now,
    I’m done. 
    Love is not a game,
    if he hangs on hope
    and wishes you felt the same.
    Its just cruel,
    when I hold all the cards,
    and make up the rules…


     

     
    1. mobbleberry posted this