This Game Called Love
Why do you continue to torment me?
Making me see the unseen
The feeling of chills running down my neck
Cold sweat
You are what made me this way
The madness. The rage that I crave
The anger running through my every vain
Inside me causing a hate
A pain that is making me go insane...
Why do you continue to play these games?
Causing an awkward maze
A path that only you control
A grip that continues to hold...
squeezing me tight not letting go
as i scream for you to leave me alone!
Copyright © Sarah Moncada | Year Posted 2011
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