it was like a game
i watched from afar
as he loved them all.
as he kissed their lips
and made them feel beautiful.
beyond perfect
he whispered
yet the whole world could hear.
because he was playing game
where sinners were saints
and silence was deafening.
wicked lies
turned into dirty truths.
love and hate
woven together
into a fabric so thin
it was barely there.
but I rolled the dice
because all I could wonder
was when it would be
my turn.
(901)
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broken dreams
Puisishe held his hand he held hers. they crumbled together until they were nothing but broken dreams. ... a collection of poems.
