Hangman
Life is like a game of hangman.
You meet a guy.
He controls your head.
Love him longer,
he holds your hands.
Not long after, a force brings you closer to him.
Awhile later,he gets what he wants.
He finds another victim.
You create an answer.
And it's wrong.
You lost the game.
Now you're gone.
Copyright © Erica Buckner | Year Posted 2009
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