Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Player's Breed.(poetry korner)

Player's Breed.

You say you love her,but you sleep with me.
You don't talk to her,yet confide in me.
Tell me how that is?
Tell me how that works?
How can you do that without being a jerk?

Player's are a breed
A step or two behind.
Not wanting love but all the free sex they can find.
Don't fall prey to the player's breed.
For they will tear out your heart and leave there to bleed.
Just play the game and they will a player's breed can be you or me!


Susan Abraham said...

Hi Raven, as a poet you certainly don't beat about the bush do you. It's so direct it pulls the reader right in. And what a clever title. I think the word 'Player' not often seen, sounds classy.

Raven said...

Thank you so much. I really love your positive feedback

Kelley said...

This is a great poem, Raven. Susan is right, you dont beat around the bush. That is what make your work so strong.
Love ya