Games
Memories are unobtainable.
My mind may not let me know,
My mind may or may not let me see,
Time may be the teacher,
To all my unanswered questions.
Is it love?
Is it lust?
Is it convenience?
BUT AT WHAT COST?
The lonely child within screams for something.
What it is I do not know.
Let’s play a game!
Copyright © Sandra Kelley | Year Posted 2006
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