One Sad Jingle

A juxtaposition of the song of the games played in love.

You got me good
Played that fiddle of love
And I followed you
Like the child to the piper
Mesmerized by your candied song
A taut tick tock tune
Smattering it’s staccato renderings
On my devotion
Fingers flying over my feelings
With its sweet symphony of lies

You got me bad
Entangled in disjointed strings
Rendering chords of disparity
Your sharp words falling flat
To my ballooning sorrow
A faded hopscotch of my angst
Theories of my emotions
In cartwheeling convalescence
The melody to your game
A music sheet of my pain