3rd Per. 2019-20 Poet Laureate's Entries
Your Game By Angela Wells No games. No fighting, no disappointing, no hurting. That’s what I thought it should be, You made me see it’s not what it should be, You gave me hope when I had none, You gave me that first ray of sunshine in the morning sun, You told me I was your only, We were playing a game as if it wasn’t your game. I was with you in a room, No one around to break the sound of our hearts beating in rhythm, Thump, thump, thump, Just the sounds of our hungry eyes running over each other, Longing for this moment to never end, No one to break up the sounds of our young hearts. My heart was in your game. I gave you my all, and still, you wanted more, You wanted Her, not me. I was just there to comfort your loneliness until She came back, You knew She would see you with me, I knew She would be a pawn in our game, I just didn’t realize I was just a temporary card, She was the piece moved around and around your board, Me just ...