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Games
by
Sara Rarick
Sometimes I wish my feelings would go away.
Fly into oblivion where they would be free to stay.
I locked myself into this cell of narrow mindedness.
Thinking there's only one option, not seeing the other choices.
I've wish upon every star,
hoped all through the day and the night,
and prayed you would want me to be yours.
But you don't make up your mind,
you keep me on the end of your fingertips,
but cast me away when you are done.
Sometimes you make it clear you want nothing more,
then you steal me once again with your boyish charm.
Silly me, I can't help but let you play your games.
You say we are nothing,
but why does it always seem like there is so much to lose?
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