You won't know
That the game we play
Is rigged.
You'll just go
And pop off to say
You win.
I'll deal the cards,
And you'll win his heart -
Divine.
But it's still so hard
'Cause in your hand, that heart
Is mine.
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Rose, Prose, Poetry
PoetryExploring topics of love, limerence, grief, and everything in between, this is a collection of 100 poems written over a year. The works both reflect inner emotions and outward connections, attempting to capture the interconnected nature of the worl...
