The End Game

Monuments all around our plot bare ground. You used to be my best friend. Now I’m left with nothing to shelter me from the wind. You say times of loss, the wounds that wont mend. A lock box for your heart, no chance the key will be handed to me again. New friends abound. Looks like you been getting around. Nights out on the town, no longer home bound. This I’m truly glad, your anxiety vary sad. Although a little mad, I never got the chance the others have. Hurt and lonely I’m paper. I’ve cut myself to shreds. Now frantically taping, the strips of me together again. Actively seeking the pieces I can’t seem to mend. You are origami. Three dimensional, your beginning to stand out. What beautiful folds you have made. Carefully crafted. I always knew you’d make that grade. I don’t feel played. Though it hurts just the same, as we play out, The end game
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Devnath  Avatar
August 11, 2011 at 3:26 PM
This is really a good write of 'The end game', read it and enjoyed it. Love is real where other things are abnormal beyond limits. It will take time to reach to the perfect civilization, my friend. The world is growing, not yet grown up. Time is coming. Please don't mind, I have expressed my own feeling. God bless us all. bl
O'Neal Avatar
June 29, 2011 at 8:43 PM
This is about a relationship that lasted of a period of separation, Complete separation. Now his lover has got whole new social group. Both party's understand that a sexual relationship must end eventually, and maintain friendship rules..
Nubani Avatar
June 27, 2011 at 1:22 AM
This is Really Good :D I really Like it :D :) !!
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June 29, 2011 at 9:39 PM
Thank you!
Nubani Avatar
June 27, 2011 at 1:21 AM
This is Really Good :D I really Like it :D :) !!
Mutuc Avatar
June 23, 2011 at 6:48 PM
..uh, hi. uhmm, i am a student and i would like to ask for permission to pass this dramatic monologue as my presentation in class (with copyright/ credits to you). i just wanted a simple back ground of the author (country, age, gender, other achievements). i hope it's not too much because i really love these monologue, thanks :D
Mutuc Avatar
June 23, 2011 at 6:47 PM
..uh, hi. uhmm, i am a student and i would like to ask for permission to pass this dramatic monologue as my presentation in class (with copyright/ credits to you). i just wanted a simple back ground of the author (country, age, gender, other achievements). i hope it's not too much because i really love these monologue, thanks :D
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