Author Information
I Bleed
You stab me in the heart and you ask me not to bleed.
It doesn’t even seem to matter that you once carried my seed.
What do you think will become of your deed.
Love is just a game; relationship is the board we play on.
The goal is to see how long you can last.
Sometimes you have to play and sometimes you have to pass.
Yet you decide to fold and cut your losses.
Why couldn’t you realize you’ll never win if you don’t fight the bosses?
I took the pain yet I never gave up the game.
Don't shed your fake tears I know you feel no shame.
I know that fake cry; don't bother when you didn't even want to try.
poem
Hello 610.
Life is a game, we all glay.
we get stabbed in the heart
every day. But there is a
way to prevent that from
happening. Don't wear your
heart on your sleeve. Keep
it tucked away somewhere safe
from harm. Build an invisible
shield around it fo protection.
The king and queen of hearts
will always win the game.
Nice thoughts in your writing.
your friend in verse heather.
tucked away
I do understand what you are saying. I have done that for a long time in my past. but come to find, i hidden it to deep in some point in time or my shild was to stonrge. I guess that is a blance we all have to find for our selfs.
Thanks for your great comments and words.
610
Life is a game , you have to
Life is a game , you have to learn how to take your turn or when to sit out . You figure out the game at play the cards you draw... Enjoyed the read Keep it up....
you laugh at me because I am differant, I laugh at you because You are all the same ...(KoRn) J.D......
play the cards you draw
Thank you very much for taking the time to comment.
You are correct with out playing the cards your draw you'll never have chances.
keep penning
610