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your game

by Kimberly Bare

i don't wanna play your game of being second choice
and when you call her name i don't wanna hear your voice

there's things in your mind i can't erase
looking at me and seeing her face

when you wake up crying in the middle of the night
baby, it's me that's holding you tight
   my lips that you kiss
   my body beneath your fingertips

someday you'll realize what you had
you'll look back and feel so sad
but it'll be too late, now that's too bad

   find someone new to play your game
   then look at her and say my name

01/30/2004

Author's Note: this is an older one that i found recently and wanted to post...

Posted on 01/30/2004
Copyright © 2025 Kimberly Bare

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by David R Spellman on 02/01/04 at 03:23 PM

Excellent rhythym and flow to this one. An unfortunate circumstance that you address well in verse.

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