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You're
like that game of Tetris that I just can't win
As you walk across my checkerboard heart
Your Sorry eyes play Monopoly with my senses
I must scrabble for words
See.. I just used the word scrabble
Proof of my taboo thinking
Man call a doctor.. I think I might just need an Operation
because our portrait is fit for a Pictionary game
in which I, being on the losing team
am attempting to make a stick figure look as, well
unstickly as you
This battleship is sinking
and You Don't Know Jack about my sudden driving obsession to be with you
It has it's Risks, that's true
In a Twister of breakup we could find ourselves tangled
Maybe all the Chutes and Ladders we walk
will end up in dark forests
and we'll have no Clue how to get out
Or maybe, just maybe
our tale will have a Candyland ending
And I'll be as rich as Milton Bradley
and take you as my Pretty Pretty Princess
So spin that spinner
And roll that dice
And let's begin our own little
Game of Life
©
Liz
Robinson
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