We meet in secret, hidden from view, an embarrassment to you? did I cause strife?
not to be seen with, associated or known, kept apart from your life
if that is how it starts then how can we be real, truly feel, enjoy a film or share a meal
not enough to be happy with, how is this to live, to glow, to become a love that does grow
you hid me away, to stop any stories spread,
to control the narrative instead,
just puts me down, as I slowly drown,
in the rivers of tears shed, never enough to spare
am I just a game, then play with someone new
clearly not your player two
rather play solitaire, than be nothing true, kept away from view
where is the joy in this, if its a chore to you
A puzzle maybe, a conundrum to solve
a play of the board that you try to resolve
not just a quick blast
to be left ultimately downcast
sport to you, a supporting role
an unneeded teammate, you want to be the focus, score the goal
not just a bench warmer, to sit in reserve
whilst you get to live free with all your dreams, not what i deserve
so play your games, you will be left to moan
ill walk past let the world let me in, never alone
no real lover
game over
Thanks for reading.
Kyle.
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