The Game
It's a game we all choose to play,
Easier for some and hard for others,
The rules are bent with warped desire,
Playing fair is never easy for the liar.
Meeting once, twice, three times lights the fire,
Taking numbers down in hopes that there's a click,
Shutting out the ones that don't inspire,
Honesty is a ghost for fear's sake.
Always one better than you upon the field,
Trifling words or walls of silence,
Rejection becomes as natural as drinking water,
Nice to meet you, but you're a bother.
As old as the hills this dance surely is,
Passed down through the ages without instructions,
Perhaps we win, perhaps we lose our esteem,
Dating is always easier...than it really seems.
Eric B. Ramey
Easier for some and hard for others,
The rules are bent with warped desire,
Playing fair is never easy for the liar.
Meeting once, twice, three times lights the fire,
Taking numbers down in hopes that there's a click,
Shutting out the ones that don't inspire,
Honesty is a ghost for fear's sake.
Always one better than you upon the field,
Trifling words or walls of silence,
Rejection becomes as natural as drinking water,
Nice to meet you, but you're a bother.
As old as the hills this dance surely is,
Passed down through the ages without instructions,
Perhaps we win, perhaps we lose our esteem,
Dating is always easier...than it really seems.
Eric B. Ramey
Copyright ©2005 Eric B. Ramey
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