You hang over me,
Like a rain cloud,
Yet you are perfection,
A perfect mirror image,
Of myself, Laughing.
With your playing cards,
And puzzle boxes,
You name the game,
You make the rules,
I play along.
Round 1,
This game is my life,
You draw my cards,
Loyalty, Trust, Love,
Heartbreak, back 5 spaces,
I play along.
Round 2,
This game is my dreams,
First, You enquire,
Hope, Desire, Lust,
Failure, Back again,
I play along.
Round 3,
You hand me a puzzle,
You say it forms my dreams,
The pieces are shattered,
They slice my skin at a touch,
Back again,
I play along.
By now,
I have grown bored,
Of your games,
Of your taunting,
Yet your still here,
Grinning,
I dont want to play.
You're growing tiresome,
Of your own games,
You dont want to play,
And you leave me here,
With my shattered dreams,
And blood stained fingers.
I imagin you now,
To still be playing,
With your cards,
And puzzle boxes,
At someone elses expense,
The perfect jester.
Copyright ©
Sweet-Poison
... [
2003-11-14 07:14:49]
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