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Games

by Shelby ©

I listen and learn,
My mind begin to think.
Is it all just a fantasy,
Or is he the real thing.

How do I determine,
What I mean to him.
My understanding of men,
Is becoming mighty slim.

Does he want my love,
The true and faithful kind.
Or just sexual gratification,
Is that what he has in mind.

A repeating pattern,
Is all that I can see.
Recollecting past events,
Many of lies I did believed.

It really does seems,
Men use the same old lines.
Why do men always have to,
To play games all the time.

Mind games is an ability,
Of the art of conversation.
Without any rules to follow,
You have no obligations.

But games with the heart,
They become cruel.
Inflicting pain and anguish,
Causing you to look like a fool.



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