The night fades in like a play ready to end,
while I see you standing,
waiting for me to bend.
So you can pick out my flaws and show them to the world.
Just the thought makes me want to hurl.
I'm left standing completely bare,
while you show them off to all of your new friends.
You all do the same,
you play this game.
A game with no ending
A game with nothing, but pain .
So she's the dealer,
the dealer of life,
she hold everything in her hand with a little bit of pride,
because you have nothing not even a dime.
Don't let the dealer take your soul
because it will just end up in a stupid little bowl.
YOU ARE READING
The Forest of Life
PoetryI know poetry isn't for everyone, but what about some about everyday life. Struggles, fun, health, and many more things that we don't talk about. So this book will be filled with poetry that I'm not afraid to post because I want to start the convers...
