Enough

Enough

A Poem by Dealing With A Child

Play is fun,but this is old

My life is real, can't speak for you

Your games are childish and I am tired of you acting like

A sneaky imp

When it's a man I want and need

 

Goodbye once more, Cowboy

You know what happens when you do that

See you sometime, some other time

 

My phone has blocked you too

Cause this is what we do.

I have tried your ways

played your games

gone along with this ride

 

What you show me

is a one-sided play

 

To be honest, TW

I am tired ot this,

tired of your ways

you did it again, like I knew you would

 

playing a game is all you are doing

wanting to know me, but stuck in your hole

stuck in your rut

 

I cannot help you anymore

 

I am leaving this old life

go find your own

and yes how you portray yourself to me online

does count

I do learn of you this way

 

this is not what i want, or deserve.

 

come see! come see!

(block)

 

are you five?

three?

 

 

© 2009 Dealing With A Child


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Ah i have been there too... Very well written...I think alot of people can relate to this... or that game...

Posted 16 Years Ago


Very well written and easy to relate to. Nice.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Very honest. Your words are simple but specific, and you use your central metaphor vividly without overdoing it. Emotional without being self-absorbed.

Posted 16 Years Ago


I like this poem because it is easy to relate to (even if your a guy like me, cuz then i jusat switch it to a girl). it sucks when people are immature and fake. good poem!

Posted 16 Years Ago


Very nice. Modern yet classic, and easy to relate to.

Posted 16 Years Ago


This has got to be a piece most of us can relate with! Nice.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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