It's like with each new day,
A new you came.
It's like with each new day,
You had something powerful to say.
It's like with each new day,
You wore a different name,
Played a different game.
It's like with each new day,
There was a different play.
Yet with each new day,
It ended the same.
That was until I decided to move my small piece of a player in your perfect game.
Oh, how I ended you into a pile of shame,
Showing you this was a waiting game,
And now your crown is mine to claim.
This isn't a card game,
This isn't a war game,
This is war.
I was okay with letting you score,
But you wanted more,
You started playing with prewar,
You didn't know this is what you had asked for,
Too late you entered the battlefield and closed the door.
Know that if you poke a lion it's not just gonna roar,
It's gonna end in self inflicted glory.
And if you ever think of me remember when you light this battlefield on fire,
I'm gonna be the one survivor.
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So um 100 views is amazing and I couldn't decide on what to do so I made a poem that sounds not only terribly read but is slightly psychotic.....whoops. Well, thanks guys and especially hinkopinko for voting and giving me support. But yeah tried to make a happier poem, idk y someone wanted me to do it on my old account with my now deleted book and I guess you all are here for my sad poems and not this but...I'm rambling. Bye?
