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What's left to lose

If I call you or don't

You chased me

For so many years

And when I give in

The phone doesn't ring

I'm left with puzzled

Been here and done it

Why try so hard for a prize

And then not follow up

To see it realized...

I'm still scratching my head

Is this a game with you

Once the brass ring is caught

Believe it or not

Is it time to move on

To the next conquest

Or a perpetual game

That you can't lose

Because the winner

Is never defined...

I like and can relate to this one.

EroticDreamer said:

I like and can relate to this one.

Sometimes late night poetry works...and sometimes it doesn't. Glad you could get into this one. The other needs more work.