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Games

You give love a bad name
You play your games as I
tell the truth You shot me
thought the heart
You blame me all the time and
I'm sick of it

Your wanted and everyone knows
it You killed me for no reason
I did nothing to you
Your going to get yourself killed
and I'm around to save your sorry ass

You got yourself killed.....now
I'm in Heaven and your in Hell
I'm finally in peace and away
from you and your games

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  • darkstinger
    June 23, 2008

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    Very nicely put. I like how you use the thought of someone killing you as a way to get this poem down. Keep it up.

    Ray