Web Stalker

Games, games are played everyday.

As a child we grow learning skills

of new ways to play.

Then times change, and we grow into

teens, learning of more games to play.

More games, but not on a board.

Then times change, and we grow into

adults. You would think our teenage

ways would alter.

But to some, quite a few, games are

their way of existing.

Games of mis-interpretation, games from

the webs of deceit.

So many play with your heart, even though

miles apart.

It is their way of surviving, who they've

turned into.

They're trapped in a world of lies and heart

break. No escaping, from who they have

become.

Does not bother them, to play games, with

several at a time. For they are professionals,

at the games they play.

So many victims along their way, so many

tears are shed, which only makes them nod

their heads. As another victim lies ahead.

So the next time, you hear a smooth talker,

just remember they are only, a web stalker.

Written By:

Donna Le

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