Friday, February 24, 2012

The Game - Poetry Corner

broken heart
The Game

He plays her like a game
pressing buttons
manipulating joysticks
controlling how high she jumps

He comes at night
riding on waves of passion
stroking her just right

When he leaves
she feels the void
 knowing
that she was just a toy
someone to fill his needs
someone to stroke his ego
someone to stroke his…oh

She knows she has been played
she cries
but in her heart
she knows
she’ll do it again.

2 comments:

  1. Hi TC

    I found your blog through Michelle's (Divatude's) G+ page and wow, what a talented writer you are! Your book is going to be powerful and I wish you all the best with it! I particularly enjoyed this poem. I'm now following you here and on Twitter & I invite you to join me at Create With Joy!

    Have a fabulous week - look forward to getting to know you!

    Ramona
    http://create-with-joy.com
    @CreateWithJoy1

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    1. Thanks so much for your compliments and for following my blog. I checked out your site. It's beautiful and well-written. I'll definitely be joining you!

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