So it is funny, oh I see.
My lack of game is laughable.

That game I cannot employ
that has been used on you
less clothes and hopeless
as he picks up his clothes
and walks out the door
closing it with all those
promises he so did shout.

I am with perfect game:
I do not have one, merely
honesty, love, tenderness;
things you want but cannot
get with that rebel, fearless
he may be, heartless too.
I am seen as boring, I get it.

Though when you age
you will figure it all out
and then it will be me
you come looking for
but by this time my heart
will have given up;
no consolation game.

If excitement you seek
find it with cuddling
by a warm fireplace
or a movie at home
with a conversation
with a purpose
a meaning.

You are the only one
who is laughing now.

03/17/2007

Posted on 03/17/2007
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