My game.A Poem by Kortney
She plays the game.
She thinks that's life. So she bluffs. She's a good,persuader and manipulater. She can have you fall for her in one minute. She observes her prey. Then attacks. She gets what she wants. She leaves with no sorrow. She laughs at your pain. She warned you about her ways. You thought you were different. That you could help her,even change her. You were wrong. © 2012 Kortney |
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