Tag: love

BOTH KNOW THE GAME

He dangles his cash like bait for her beauty
She uses her looks to lure lots of his money
Both are in it for themselves, their actions are phony

He won’t make her his girlfriend, he just wants to beat
She won’t enjoy his company yet she agrees to go eat
Both know the game so they keep each other sweet

He is after all the pleasures without the commitments
She wants to taste luxuries beyond her confinements
Both tease with their assets, trading off in instalments

He takes her fancy places for her to post on social media
She entertains his advances to ensure he stays eager
Both keep playing till they get tired and need a breather

He happily pays to fulfil his desires, regardless of cost
She cares not that her feelings are colder than frost
Both know the game well and there is zero love lost

 

 

K.G. says…
Bwoiii… a modern take on an age-old tale. These are just certain observations that others and myself have made; presented in art form. It speaks for itself so I don’t need to say too much about it – we all know the game!
On a side note [before the PC brigade gets up in arms], I acknowledge that the particular roles described in the scenarios can also be depicted in reverse and are not restrictive traits of any particular gender or orientation.

CROSSED PATHS

Vowed to protect you, whatever it takes
Warmed your days and soothed your aches
Stood by you through all your mistakes
Until love ended in misery and heartbreaks

Devoutly devoted to you when you were mine
Waiting for clouds to give way to sunshine
Yet the skies grew greyer, an ominous sign
That our crossed paths would never align

Time was, this would have seemed insane
How a bond so true could somehow wane
Slipping further as the tears fell like rain
From friends to lovers then strangers again

 

 

K.G. says…
One of, if not, the most personally emotional poems I have written. That last verse! *holds back tear*  It was also the first piece I ever performed to a spoken word audience. It really seems to connect with people as a lot of my readers have mentioned it among their favourites.
From an artistic point, I was pleased with how it came to life through a mix of sincere vulnerability and metaphors. Such was how naturally it flowed from the heart, that I wrote it all out before scanning the text and eventually deciding on a name for it [after a couple of working titles].