A Player 1 without a player 2

June 6, 2016

I was a player one without a player two

Not knowing whether I should continue

I was down to my last heart

And afraid to press start

To play the same level course

And only to have the same ending of divorce

To be confronted with an OBJECTION!

When I offered them my affection

But with that ending I found something more

that there was always another level to explore

And now what I have for you

Is my last continue!

And this poem, it came the bottom of my heart

So will you please be my P2 and press Start?

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