I'm playing a game of chess,
With a guy who can play my heart,
I'm ochestering a method,
To get past his cheats and tarts.
I'm playing a game of Uno,
While I'm staring into his eyes,
Wondering whether he'll play me good,
Or if he'll choose to lie.
I'm playing a game of truth and dare,
With the guy who's in my dreams,
I'm always choosing to dare myself,
Cause I never want to speak.
I'm playing a game of love,
I'm trying to turn it into a movie,
By terminating the consequences of loosing,
'Cause he'll be winning before me.
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Dust of the untold
PoetryYet another poem collection, Ready to be free, Words written down by a stranger, Some scars you just got to see. A collection of hearts, A bucket of sorrow, A box of pain and my deepest thoughts. These are untold stories, From a closed soul, and a c...
