Playing the GameA Poem by John ByrdIt’s so easy to get attached to one person. To search and look for a person to get feelings for. But don’t all your feelings lead to disappointments? So why search for somebody to have those feelings for. Oh I believe that love is beautiful And that there is nothing like it, But once it’s done it feels like a knife is in your heart. Then the players play the game So they don’t have to worry about heartaches. Just playing women and running innings to home base. Scoring but the score is only temporary. When the love is real and it stays. That’s the real score When it’s not just the physical but the mental. It’s on a whole different level. Maybe playing the game isn’t worth it And I was wrong. Love is worth it When you eventually find the one Worth going crazy over. I’m done with playing the game. © 2014 John Byrd |
StatsAuthorJohn ByrdDetroit, MIAboutJunior at Michigan State University. Hip Hop and poetry are my two favorite things. Childish Gambino is my favorite artist. Walt Whitman, Emily Dickinson, and Henry David Thoreau are my favorite .. more..Writing
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