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Array ( [sid] => 142261 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Game [time] => 2008-05-09 20:23:01 [hometext] => [bodytext] => There was a day when people said what they meant
And meant what they said
But some one somewhere started this game
This game of war
Which no of us wanted to play
But yet we still get dragged in the game
When will this end
When will the people who play the game so well
And hurt people
When will they learn
That we are all the same
There is no diffrence between us
So why laugh why hurt why say you love when you dont
Why wont the players of the game listen to the ones they hurt
Because wwe speak the truth
But when they relise whats happend
When they fall inlove and get hurt
Or when the get laughed at
And when some one says they love them and dont mean it
They will feel our pain but by then its too late
New players are here
Now they are just another person who got into the game
And lost
Love is not a game when will people learn
Its time the game ended
But that doesnt mean noting them
They will always play the game until one day the will relise
Love is not a game a heart is not a toy
And the players shall die ALONE!
For the did not listen
[comments] => 1 [counter] => 187 [topic] => 32 [informant] => -Nik-91- [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
The Game

Contributed by -Nik-91- on Friday, 9th May 2008 @ 08:23:01 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry



There was a day when people said what they meant
And meant what they said
But some one somewhere started this game
This game of war
Which no of us wanted to play
But yet we still get dragged in the game
When will this end
When will the people who play the game so well
And hurt people
When will they learn
That we are all the same
There is no diffrence between us
So why laugh why hurt why say you love when you dont
Why wont the players of the game listen to the ones they hurt
Because wwe speak the truth
But when they relise whats happend
When they fall inlove and get hurt
Or when the get laughed at
And when some one says they love them and dont mean it
They will feel our pain but by then its too late
New players are here
Now they are just another person who got into the game
And lost
Love is not a game when will people learn
Its time the game ended
But that doesnt mean noting them
They will always play the game until one day the will relise
Love is not a game a heart is not a toy
And the players shall die ALONE!
For the did not listen




Copyright © -Nik-91- ... [ 2008-05-09 20:23:01]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: The Game (User Rating: 1 )
by xoBrokenxo on Saturday, 10th May 2008 @ 07:56:55 AM AEST
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Wow...I really really liked this one. Good write.




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