The game of love that I played
I was unfair all the way
I won your heart and broke it
Like a poor toy made of clay
...
Read full text
One should not see love as a game; they only end up being hurt and lost. Wonderful write, I enjoyed the rhythm and rhyme scheme.
Sad this unrequited love-perhaps you yet may get her back. A well penned write. I invite you to read my Could I Be Losing You
Feel of regretting is shown in a gray hair. also it shows that we all have done something that put our youth in dangerous of wasting. yeah, sometimes we all understand that we really waste our life. well written.
Maybe this heart was not meant to be yours I sure you will still find a love that endures! A sad but beautiful write!
Now I long for you today When my hairs have become gray...lovely expression dear poet. Merry Christmas to you.