Game Poem by Roxy Owens
Game
Why do people always leave?
Do they forget us when they do?
Are we just a flake in their memory?
Lost souls and shattered attempts
But then the beautys in the attempt
Life is just a big game
But we choose to play or sit on the bench
What do we do?
Do we watch as people leave or do we leave with them?
Do we grow up and leave the others behind?
Its all up to us, how we play the game.
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