allison-t-1 - Hello Poetry

Is love a game? Are there winners and losers? I know it creates liars, cheaters and boozers But it also creates romance, hopes and dreamers The good with the bad, the angels and demons Is love a game? Can you forfeit your heart? Is there a finish line? Where do you start? Who keeps score and who decides? Who is in charge and who is along for the ride? Is love a game? Are there MVPs or all stars? Can you get injured? Can you leave with scars? Blood, sweat and tears, nothing compares To finding that one person who truly cares. The ultimate touchdown, run and jump-shot The hardest battle that you've ever fought. Is love a game? Who is your competition? Yourself, your lover or other women? Are there personal fouls? Can you get ejected? Do you get two shots if you feel neglected? Is love a game? I want you on my team. I pick you first- just you and me. I know we can finish in first place, If you can just look me in the face And tell me that you want to win, That you want to knock down that final pin We keep getting spares, it's always the same You keep me asking is love a game?

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Oct 20, 2013

Oct 20, 2013 at 2:44 PM UTC

allison-t-1

Is Love a Game?

Is love a game? Are there winners and losers? I know it creates liars, cheaters and boozers But it also creates romance, hopes and dreamers The good with the bad, the angels and demons Is love a game? Can you forfeit your heart? Is there a finish line? Where do you start? Who keeps score and who decides? Who is in charge and who is along for the ride? Is love a game? Are there MVPs or all stars? Can you get injured? Can you leave with scars? Blood, sweat and tears, nothing compares To finding that one person who truly cares. The ultimate touchdown, run and jump-shot The hardest battle that you've ever fought. Is love a game? Who is your competition? Yourself, your lover or other women? Are there personal fouls? Can you get ejected? Do you get two shots if you feel neglected? Is love a game? I want you on my team. I pick you first- just you and me. I know we can finish in first place, If you can just look me in the face And tell me that you want to win, That you want to knock down that final pin We keep getting spares, it's always the same You keep me asking is love a game?

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I lay in my bed in a dark lonely room With a combination of last nights makeup and pure gloom Hair-sprayed tangled hair and coffee breath Replaying the day of your abrupt death My loneliness dwells And although my face tells A story that no one can believe Of a mother-daughter bond That went terribly wrong The day God called you to leave. I lay in my bed in a dark lonely room In Potomac,MD A long way from home Where I used to roam Making memories with my angelic mommy. I wish I could tell you all about how my life has changed- Since you went away I just couldn't stay In a house that's still in your name. I lay in my bed in a dark lonely room Of a house filled with people who don't know The struggle I've gone through To get where I am and to get closer to you. These are my memoirs of a dazed and confused Eternal optimist who feels neglected and abused In hopes of one day leaving this dark lonely room.

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Oct 20, 2013

Oct 20, 2013 at 2:34 PM UTC

allison-t-1

Letters to My Mother

I lay in my bed in a dark lonely room With a combination of last nights makeup and pure gloom Hair-sprayed tangled hair and coffee breath Replaying the day of your abrupt death My loneliness dwells And although my face tells A story that no one can believe Of a mother-daughter bond That went terribly wrong The day God called you to leave. I lay in my bed in a dark lonely room In Potomac,MD A long way from home Where I used to roam Making memories with my angelic mommy. I wish I could tell you all about how my life has changed- Since you went away I just couldn't stay In a house that's still in your name. I lay in my bed in a dark lonely room Of a house filled with people who don't know The struggle I've gone through To get where I am and to get closer to you. These are my memoirs of a dazed and confused Eternal optimist who feels neglected and abused In hopes of one day leaving this dark lonely room.

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The difference between you and I Is that I cannot tell a lie Yet you live one The difference between you and I Is that I accept everyone Yet you judge them Then you get mad at the liars and judg-ers And hope and pray that you don't meet another Yet you are one The difference between you and I Is you don't care about feelings You cut people open and keep peeling and peeling Until there's nothing left Yet you claim to advise One day it'll all arise Your deception, manipulation and numerous lies One day you'll be the object of despise & that's the difference between you and I.

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Oct 20, 2013

Oct 20, 2013 at 2:24 PM UTC

allison-t-1

The Difference Between You and I

The difference between you and I Is that I cannot tell a lie Yet you live one The difference between you and I Is that I accept everyone Yet you judge them Then you get mad at the liars and judg-ers And hope and pray that you don't meet another Yet you are one The difference between you and I Is you don't care about feelings You cut people open and keep peeling and peeling Until there's nothing left Yet you claim to advise One day it'll all arise Your deception, manipulation and numerous lies One day you'll be the object of despise & that's the difference between you and I.

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