Mr.Playboi Your Wrong Poem by kanako izumkui

so i hear your name is
Mr. Playboi,

'oh its true, its true, ' you say

well... Mr. Playboi
how in the world did you ever get that name...

is it because of who you are,
or because of something you've done,

i've got to know,
i've got to know,
how you got that name...

'i got that name because i like to play, ' you said to me

wow really you like to play,
well then what type of games Mr. Mr. playboi,
what games to do you play...

'i play the game of love baby, ' you said

i've never herd of that game...
how oh how do you play?

wait one second did you you just say,
i play the game of love baby,

'yes i did, ' you say

thats not right,
thats not right,
i say,
because love...is not a game..
'yes it is my dear, you make moves,
that may be fun, or wrong, there fore its a game. darling, ' you say

no no thats not right you've got it
all wrong...
love is not a game,
love is a feeling not a game,
lets have some tea tomorrow then i'll explain..
'okay darling, i think your the one thats wrong, ' you say

Mr. Playboi your wrong i promise you this,
because love is not a game
it is so much more than that i tell you
so meet me by the wishing well at 2
and i'll explain...
Mr. Playboi?
'okay okay i'll be there what ever you say..