Trickster
Since you like games
Here's one that might sound familiar
You catch sight of the first light
The kind with no intent of attachment
You pull her in
By telling her she's beautiful
You make her stay
By telling her you will too
You open her walls
Shaking the bricks
Make her gravitate towards you
Just when you've cracked her shells
Altered her mind
You makeup excuses and walk away
-MissRoub
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