THE GAME

The game of love,
and of words so sweet.
The game of emotions,
from the lies you eat.

The game of thoughts,
and

No, you have not won.

You may think you have 

because I'm the one who cries.

I

walked away from you.

And I have learnt

Response to "The Virgin To Make Much of Time"

Oh how the rosebuds would laugh at thee,
And quiver at thy thirsty touch,

So, play me, the then, with all your charms,

take me into loving arms.

Like a raven's nest, a home you gave

and like winter

cherry!

he said he won because i watched him.

and he has won at everything ever since, because i watched him.

now that he