The Game of Choice

The Game of Choice

A Poem by A

Who do I choose?

Yet another choice I am unprepared to make

I love the game

but it gets old

Every night 

I am alone

My hand yearns to reach out 

and

touch someone

my lips

want to melt upon another

My body slumbers best when intertwined

I’m not sure

I just hope its soon

If I find the One

I will give my games up

...Forever

© 2011 A


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Added on January 10, 2011
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London, England, United Kingdom



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