The Game

Some might say it's immature but I can't explain nor will I apologize for how I feel. It's not my fault that I believed what you said. I thought that's what I was suppose to do. Every I'll call you back, I'll be right back, & I'm here when you need me were lies you volunteered. It's not my fault that you're not a man of your word. I guess I'll be called the fool because I trusted you. It will be said that I fell for your games. Had I known we were playing I would have read the rules & made a few choice moves. But when did hearts become game pieces? -L' Mo

Remembering Love

Long passionate nights in bed. Leaning over to kiss my forehead. Bringing me breakfast in bed. Running my bath water after a long days work. Rubbing my back or feet because I said it hurt. Washing my hair. Taking me there. I'm remembering you. I'm remembering us. I'm remembering me. Remembering a time when I was at my happiest. Remembering a time when I loved with no restraint. Remembering a time when you could do no wrong. I haven't felt that way in oh so long. I wish I could have that feeling just one more again. We were great at being lovers but we're better as friends. -L' Mo