Play the waiting game,
scan each other silently:
"Grand Hotel Europa" (2018, Ilja Leonard Pfeijffer)
Collection "On the fly"
That's the funny thing about falling in love though.
It's like playing poker.
The lesser you show emotions,
the more effective your bluff will be.
And the bet?
The essence of this game is knowledge.
Capability knowingly imitated through bluff,
a sleight of hand and a nodding mask.
Nouse is the paint on the mask he wears,
yet the paint fades quickly.
There once was a lingering Almost
That followed you like a ghost.
She's haunted your past
Leaves you downcast
and both lifeless and comatose
She decided to stay for a while
So long that she had a child
His name is Regret
who will make you forget
Exactly how to reconcile
But one day you decide you've had enough
And demand that they pack up their stuff
They were so close to leaving
And almost believing
Until they called your bluff.
Sifting through the ashes of my life
Trying hard to find something thats went right
I search and look, **** and poke
It's begaining to look like my life was a joke
How could this be
I tried so hard just to be me
I look back on my time line
On me was committed many a crime
It changed me to a sad little being
But I still managed to keep on singing
But it didn't seem to be enough
Now life is calling my bluff
I'm sitting here with so much rust
Feeling mighty hollow, nothing but crust
So I'm just gonna sit right down
And in the ashes of my life I'll just drown
On misty recalled mornings
'pon a haze of vindication's wake
you can still hear their whispers
echoing through distressed treetops,
they were lovingly planted midst
meadow's wildflower embrace
gazing into the depths of surmise,
planning their rendezvous to forever*
when her husband abruptly surprised them
with a double blunderbuss shotgun blast,
right between their cheating hearts
~ *if you listen intently, their spirits
linger still amid bluff's bluster
In this world run by lies
Learn to be wise;
Some may look nice
But they may be otherwise.
Sounds innocent when they speak
But it may just be all part of the trick;
Dare not to believe
Coz their inner motive is to deceive.
You're playing a hand
But I never dealt myself in
You promised me forever
Take me to wherever
Stay with me whenever
Such words, oh, so clever
Still making me shiver.
But why did you have to waver?
Our always turned to never
Say you have something to rediscover
How will I get this over?
Oh well, whatever.