Bared my soul
And burned
Third degree,
Who could see
Her primary goal?
Had me turned
Inside out,
Someone called
It, play by play
Jokes on me
It was I,
Told a lie
Shined the sea
For the day,
Though walled
In was I, doubt
Not lacking
That I could
Make it through,
Cards high stacking
Mites in wood
Floor falling apart
Like my crumbling heart,
A stick she threw
Far far and high
If only I could just roll over and die...
© okpoet