for my Playa
I sit quietly and wonder why you are,
your need to cut so deep, leaving many scars.....
I've taken out emotion just to study you,
your thoughts, their thoughts, looking...
on how you do..
Hurtful, but still I'm stuck like glue,
a playa,
ha who knew.
The person I thought you could never be,
is laying in bed...staring at me!
Smooth words,
sweet lips,
gentle touch of your finger tips.
Is this all worth,
I'm sure it's not.
But play away,
for my own scars...
I've forgot.
poem by JAR Poet
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