The Player
He thinks he is bright with his comments of wit.
I am a cute little actress he's picked for his skit.
Key on one of those words in the sentence above.
Is she the one playing this game he calls love?
He chooses his prey when it's just the right time.
Using strength above weakness; an unthinkable crime.
Yes, I recognize him for he's been here before.
I've changed many a lock on my chamber door.
Though, I can't demonstrate it now that time will reveal,
and I only wonder how this man will eventually feel.
When he oozes his charm with the ladies and then.
To finally wake up and notice how selfish he's been.
Now, for the clincher my rhymes almost done.
I will dangle my key in my lingerie of crimson.
For you've met your match in the art that you own.
For I am actually the player; The actress of stone.
Copyright © Angela Crabtree | Year Posted 2008
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