Playa been caught in their games. (revised/new)

Running your games, To bad we’re not all the same. Wanted this so bad, A chance you had. Tried to play on me, Now I’m gone see. At home alone you cry, Filled with pity wanting to die. Tears flow from sorrowful eyes, Pity you got caught between your lies. Thinking of the ways I mesmerize, Now I’m only filled with despise. Games didn’t work well, Now your heart begins to swell. You were the player, Understand I’m the slayer Play on, I’m gone. *********** Heavy crit please. I never write with rhyme so I'd like to know how I did and what needs to be fixed. Just wanted to try something I never do see if I could shape my skills any. ************ The rhyming thing didn't work. Wanted something different so here is what I wrote to some what fit the title. Its going to be sore on your eyes, I wrote it in five minutes. Have to jump in the shower and head off to work. Here it is... ************ Heart stops cracking like thin ice stressed with worry, Where to hide this franticly searching, Vision masked with smog everything now blurry, Outside your door stands the man you love, Inside your bed a naked love toy lays, About to fall to knees break down over weighted, Pleasure given to your heart by his touch, Play these games for the thrill of winning, Prove to yourself how easily you can master your lies. Games about to end, another knock on the door. Heart pounding, chest contracting you’re surrounded, Sweating now consumed with thoughts of him leaving. Why play your games if you don’t want to lose, Begin to cry a million memories flash before your eyes. Another knock, traumatic froze by the shock. Can’t open the door you’ll be found out, Won’t risk your loving finding out you’re a whore, Begin to bawl, upon knees to the door you crawl, Open the door hoping for forgiveness, No chance one glance tells it all. Been caught in your game, thinks never again to be the same. Stomach curls going to be sick…was it all worth a little dick?