The Game For Fame.
What can I say? When a break up happens there is always going to be a poem for it, or maybe that is just me...Why are violets blue?
When you said those words to me,
You didn't mean I love you.
I was just a game,
In your so called fame.
To hope that you'll score,
And leave another heart tore.
-kMb [Kayla Michelle Berkey]
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