I don't understand.
You said you we're done.
That all cards were on the table
and there was nothing to be won.
But when the
time came again,
you wanna play
another round.
But I know better now,
so I try
to leave the table
without a sound.
I slab my car door as I get in,
thinking:
that cheaters do often win.
They lie and cheat
and cheat and lie.
Making their victims
all want to die.
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Eunoia #Wattys2016
PoetryEunoia (n.) beautiful thinking. Galaxies in her head, light in her soul, Beauty in her words, passion beyond control, Writing for love, trying to stay whole. A collection of poetry. Each chapter is an untold story, conceive it...
