♥️ I had to play. I had to play. my stolen heart turned rot, to ***** ♠️
Twas me snubbed. Twas me who snubbed. ♦️ And glittery diamonds to dirt, were clubbed. ♣️
But I had to play. I had to play. Cause he held all my cards anyway. 🃏 I had tried to run. I tried to run. We were not there for love, but fun. And I HAD to play. I had to play.. I was his. lonely desperate slave.
Now he's moved on.. He's moved on. and left his pathetic, little pawn ♟ I'd had to play I'd had to play. so that from him, I could get away.
He'd gotten bored He got bored. He wiped away our checkered board. Now he's not here. He's not here. But I'd do anything to feel him near.
Come play. Come play.
A little weird but here you go. I know its kinda missing flow. but here you are, I give you this. writing it i'll kind of miss.
The whole world's playing a game of poker And I'm dealt a strange, confusing hand I don't want to be mediocre, I make rash moves, which were never planned Inevitable, I fail each test, To start over, again and again So I'll keep my cards close to my chest Hoping that this time, it won't be in vain.
What is expected from me? You were the half that chose to leave I'll do my best Be your friend Even if leading to another dead end Never thought we would wash up where we are Two separate shores Watching you from afar Be truthful with me That is what I most desire Sick of the games Frustrated Tired Fake way through a familiar apology Promising to be the man I know you'll never be Like a rolling dice Have many faces Expert at bluffing yet you're always holding aces You gamble my love About time you lose My heart not an object to pull apart or use I'm sick of betting my chips The poorest hand For you I go all-in Don't even understand I never was good at cards At least that is what I'm told Probably should cut my losses Say farewell and finally fold
But what can I say? I guess I'm just a gambling type of girl...
he is the lover, he asks me to come to him and he wraps me up in warmth and he feeds me like i deserve it, loves me like we would die without it, he whispers that he missed me, these few hours we were apart, asks me if i am willing to give more and i always am, then keeps giving and giving and ringing out the tenderness in his hands,
he is the lover and it scares me how happy one person can make us.
Instructions N.1: get used to dictatory N.2: if everything looks to be good something's wrong get a crisis card N.3: pawns of criticism are the strong enough N.4: paths leading to heaven are closed -if you try to find the key you just realise that there's no hope- N.5: levels are getting sillier -don't even try to show you're smart- N.6: put a post of your score on instagram N.7: be fake -they somehow love you- N.8: wear a mask
if you chose to continue It's on your own risk the good has left the chat no one really wins
In a fake world Try your best Don't get sad if it doesn't work
Set foot, in the world of cards, Try to build a house, watch it turn to shards. It's easy to be deceived, better perfect your arts, For the card you hold dear to you, Might not be your queen of hearts.
The entire poem is a metaphor and the reader can find his/her own meaning out of it. But can you find the real meaning behind this poem? Hint: It's absolutely not about Cards.