we play poker too much.
i was naive to think i'd take some money back home,
the diamonds on the chandelier wink, as the last round and my hope fades.
and i bet all my cash to say that you've the ace of spades.
maybe you changed your cards with your elegant touch,
we played poker too much.
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Poetry❝the day you'll return, is when i'll write about rainy days and coffee stains.❞ *** Lowercase intended for stylistic purposes. A poetry book. Other information inside. Completed. Cover credits to @Zayn_Imagines. ♠ My original work. All rights are re...
