Poem 5
The twisted games we play.
Mayhaps I can lose myself in the swirls and whirls of the world.
Forget my pains,
my toubles,
my aching heart that hurts beyound repair...
Alas,
no,
There is nothing for me but fals hope.
Always... false hope....
For there can be no true hope for me.
I am here simply to be here.
I am not meant to succeed in life.
To win in this twisted game we play.
These twisted games can never be simple.
These games where I can not help but feel for her.
And she can do nothing but not feel for me.
In this game there is no way to win.
At least none for me.
For I never was meant to win... was I?
I am only here to show others what defeat looks like.
So they can win where I cannot...
Mayhaps I can lose myself in the swirls and whirls of the world.
Forget my pains,
my toubles,
my aching heart that hurts beyound repair...
Alas,
no,
There is nothing for me but fals hope.
Always... false hope....
For there can be no true hope for me.
I am here simply to be here.
I am not meant to succeed in life.
To win in this twisted game we play.
These twisted games can never be simple.
These games where I can not help but feel for her.
And she can do nothing but not feel for me.
In this game there is no way to win.
At least none for me.
For I never was meant to win... was I?
I am only here to show others what defeat looks like.
So they can win where I cannot...