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Jan 2019
Games people play, hurting
teasing, self satisfaction
feelings not needed in every
corner, where people play
games with love..

Games people play, fun
to them, hurting to another
many tears shed when love
is not real, only a game..

Games people play, unfair
much pain, like a knife slicing
through the giving heart, caring
less who has been marked
for life..

Games people play, mean
cruel, cold, inhuman, selfish
like a wounded animal, life
continues on without compassion..

Sinner be dam for your selfish
deeds, fall into the pit of hell, feel
how it hurts to be used and thrown
away like a piece of rotten meat..

Games people play, what's the hurt
of a broken heart, nothing to them
only a play toy, when the fun is over,
the games are over..



By Derena
© 2019 Derena (All rights reserved)
Harriet Shea
Written by
Harriet Shea  80/F/Mesa Arizona
(80/F/Mesa Arizona)   
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