Caught in a three way exchange
where only two exist,
where each card played,
is an attempt to persist.
To break down a wall,
fortified by lust.
As the top card lays showing
the mistaken face of trust.
And in the middle
I'm all that's left,
mistaken as nothing
but a silhouette.
Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 7:12 PM UTC
Caught in a three way exchange
where only two exist,
where each card played,
is an attempt to persist.
To break down a wall,
fortified by lust.
As the top card lays showing
the mistaken face of trust.
And in the middle
I'm all that's left,
mistaken as nothing
but a silhouette.
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