She who once played with/
me is now harsh on my play,/
But I deserve it.
OR
She who once played with/
me is now harsh on my play,/
But deservedly.
She who once played with/
me is now harsh on my play,/
But I deserve it.
OR
She who once played with/
me is now harsh on my play,/
But deservedly.
Isn’t it better/
to rise to meet someone than/
to fall for someone?
Does she ever think/
of me constantly? Or am/
I simply dreaming?
I don’t need to get/
an answer. I just need to/
know that she heard me.
She was once intense/
in chasing me. Should I be/
that way t’wards her now?
The reason I still/
have a pull on her is that/
I’m still best for her.
I recall her first/
photo: Manicured fingers/
and pink parted lips.
When I’m quiet, I/
could be hurting, or maybe/
blissfully happy.
If I don’t write poems/
for her, that don’t mean nothin’/
‘ceptin’ that I’m tired.