#practicemakesperfect
There was a game she didn't know
she was playing.
It was subtle - a game of trickery and silver tongues;
a magic trick.
In one hand and out the other.
Her moves were innocent,
made in the name of friendship and understanding.
A big heart,
a warm soul,
an easy target.
The magician smiled - sharp and bright - and proceeded to saw her in half.
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
she stumbled, she bled, she tripped and she fell.
she didn't win the game -
didn't even place.
She got distracted by the smooth talking wolf in a tuxedo and cape.
I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down.
Game over.
You Win.
She limps off stage and is forgotten.
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC