Am I a deck of cards?
Am I a basket ball?
Am I a game of charades?
Am I something at all?
Do I look like a spring?
Do I look like a piano?
Do I look like a ball?
Do I look like so?
I just don’t get it
Am I a game?
Do I look like a ball pit?
No?
Then why did you play with me?
YOU ARE READING
bottled up thoughts
Poetrythoughts into words, words into scribbles. copyright © 2014 quixotical [poetry #439/ random #902]
