Heartbreaking Poems

The Player

I'm not used to being honest

I am not humble nor am I modest.

Your pain I not able to feel.

Love I am unable to wield.

I have never had my lips kissed,

not ever in a way of true bliss.

I was never able to show true

affection.

But its not that I'm flawed, so no need for correction.

I have no excuse of being this way.

I still am the same to this very day.

For I am the player, and this is my game.

This is what I will do and how to play.

I will tell you I love you everyday.

I will tell you you're beautiful in every way.

I'll stand by your side and hold your hand.

Little do you know its apart of the plan.

I'll always kiss you when I see you.

I'll cheer you up when you feel blue.

I'll make you laugh on the days you cry.

I'll tell a few more meaningless lies.

I'll call to say good morning and a gain to say goodnight.

Soon you'll think that I am Mr. Right.

My game is simple .

It is whatever your heart chooses.

Who ever falls in love first

is the one who loses.

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-prettybluemonster