Poem #1
I’m at a loss as to what to do.
This game plays towards no end.
Intentions are clear, from both of us.
Hurtful messages we subtly send.
You post. I post. With impure aim.
Just trying to keep this going.
What once was love and tender thoughts,
Is shrouded in disdain.
I force myself to forget your face,
For a moment here and there.
But then you come across my screen,
And I do nothing but sit and stare.
So play your move and post your best.
I’ll follow and do the same.
But don’t forget,
that it’s me you’re playing,
And I’m better at this game.
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