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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Games Some People Play After all I've lost along the way there's no need to think things over. Gone are all but memories of things I can't recover. Actions running through my mind they haunt me day and night. Yet still it's true at least for you that two wrongs will make it right. You couldn't see things my way still you stopped me from leaving. Trapped into this life we knew as we watch each other grieving. I can't express the pain inside. Your tears are hidden from my eyes. Each looking at one another over our own wall of lies. Sorrow cutting deep between we can't begin to reach across. You had a better plan than me your gain is in my loss. As you celebrate your victory I know more than you can say. Of an army with their sights on me In the games some people play. Where at your word they take my name and drag it through the mud. Turns out dirt mixed with water is thicker than our blood. Too many lies we can't recall plots thicken stakes are high. It might have been much simpler now If only we had said goodbye. To ride off toward the sunrise from our little one horse town. See how far away I'd be before the sun went down. Tears we cried things we denied didn't help too much at all. You couldn't let me go I guess until the last of me should fall. The battle drawing to an end I never even had one chance. Like children raising children or a fat kid at a dance. Edwin C Hofert
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