Love Game

Many titles this poem I could name
One comes to mind its ‘playing the game’
Just the way it leaves you dead
Lying on the floor, or cocooned in bed

Why should it be so hard to find
One true thing for which prospectors mine
There seems no reason why its hard
How so many show it disregard

At the end, forces you to admit
In every game one loses and you’re it
But what to do, tell, and lose
Or the friendship keep and don’t abuse.

Bouncing back I’ll do my best
Try to forget this latest test
Problem is, it's on my mind
Eternally it seems, intertwined

I’ll try an pretend I’m over her
Erase my mind of things that were
One days' fine and one day's not
Ultimately yes, my heart is shot

2nd Revision 29th Nov 2006