Useless Regret...(Players Always Quit The Game)

Don't you dare to come here boy,
don't you dare to tell me you still love me.
How can you tease me so?
I'm not stupid anymore.

You're not going to come here,
you won't say you regret.
That was my choice,
and I succeed one hundred percent.

Now I'm bright, don't need your smile.
Those silly eyes that reflected my skin,
have become just dust,
dust that will be gone by the wind.

How you dare to appear in my dreams?
How you dare to tell me you're the one for me?
That was your trick, I was the slave.
My slavery has just come to its end.

I'm going to listen you anywhere I go,
but still I will be laughin' so.
You'd sink to the bottom of the ocean of lies.
I will be on earth, ready, for some other chance.

You either take that step to keep moving forward,
or you loose.
The decission is not so easy
you just have to choose...
shame players are not in the court.
This is your own game....ready to fall down.

It's so weird how I say goodbye,
moving my dirty hand upon your face.
still laughin' of your useless regret.

Sweet boy of mine,
this wasn't love at all, was just a game...
a game about dorks.
They just looked at each other, telling their care.
but their were lies.
Lies all day.

By Pemberley Winter
I know what you are.....you're gonna be bad for my bussines....I can realize that.

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Pamberley:
I liked your poem, a beautiful English poem. I think that in spite of some cruel verses you still love your boy. Well, at least the boy you creted in your poem, although you say it's a game about dorks.
Congratulations, a well done poem.
Ramiro

 

Heyyy!--I'm so glad you liked it!....OH this is quite scary...because you are right----I still love him...maybe I want to pretend that I'm not but something is still flying there....I guess you understood what I was trying to say in a cruel way or without importance manner.
Welcome to this Tower of babel!,,Can't wait to read some of your poems.
Saludos para colombiaa !
Pemberley.:::sorpresa1:::

 

Wellcome back... to the sad ones :::sonreir1:::, I see acid in some verses but... even with that, I can feel you and I sense... that you're trying to hide your true emotions for that man, in other words: YOU STILL LOVE HIM, but the thing is that ypu want to pretend ypur enough strong to keep on without him, which makes me wonder... Can you? well I don't know but I hope you do the right whatever.
Yes pem, love's a game of dorks and lies and so much trash and... some things I won't mention , but hey, it's your choice to play it or not, or... play it right and with faith.
Gooooo pem! :::hug::: yes, I'll be cheering you but... just don't call me cheerlider
Hugs and kisses pem, I liked your poem.

 

Redwinggg hhahahaha..ohh god..you got me completly:::sonreir1:::. You're going to cheer for me? that's awesome!:::banana::: hahhaha. Don't worry you're not gonna be a cheerleader..even they are men cheerleaders.
I think the message of this poem is quite clear........or maybe I'm strong enough to let go one part of him but maybe not all of it.....I guess I just let go the part of lies and other stuff.
Of course It's my decission........and the silly stupid realisation is that we have to play it with faith. And that's always the better choice..'cause if you're gonna play dirty......the game..loses his charm and everything else.
I'm sure I can keep living without him....okey..I will confessed: in some part I can and in other part I can not...but I rather prefer to believe that I can.....that makes me stronger
There's nothing more repulsive (ouch,,,that's tough) than play dirty and with lies like some men do.
Thanks again, Pemberley:::sorpresa1:::

 

Heyy!..wow..I never thought about that...maybe I will- Thanks for passing by Sarah :::hug:::!
Greetings,Pemberley Winter:::sorpresa1:::

 

Pemberley:
Thanks for your answer and for "can´t wait to read some of my poems". I use to write both in Spanish and English the poems I write. First, if you don't mind, I would like you to read some of my poems in English before I publish them. You know, my native language is Spanish and sometimes it's hard to translate a poem from Spanish to English. If you agree, please tell me how can I do to send some of my poems to you, so you can revise and correct them, send back to me and after that I publish them. My e-mail is ramiropad@hotmail.com.
If you agree, I'll be eternally thankful.
Kindly,
Ramiro Padilla