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The Games You Play

Tears can't wash sadness away,
no matter how swift they run.
And promises of yesterday,
today are merely re-spun.

Love is a lesson in trust,
yet you never mean what you say.
Your passion's fueled by lust,
and I'm feeling led astray.

Betrayal stoked hope's funeral pyre,
turning everything to ash.
And as it was set on fire,
love burned in anger's flash.

Time confirms what tears convey,
that my heart's in a sad state.
For love's merely a cliche,
and no longer up to date.

Deep in the core of my soul,
I dream of a better day.
When once again I'll feel whole,
and stop playing the games you play.
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Submitted on October 09, 2013

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I was born in a small town, (Bathurst) New Brunswick, Canada,. The third eldest of thirteen children, ten girls and three boys. I’m the product of a semi-dysfunctional family, brought up by a controlling, physically abusive father, verses a loving mother. Many of my poems reflect the uniqueness and special circumstances of my upbringing. more…

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