Love is like a game you can never seem to win, there's always someone else to blame but does it matter in the end? And every time the cards are dealt I know I'm damned from the start, still deal me another hand in this fools' game of hearts. The world is a lonely place with no-one to embrace, laying in bed every night next to an empty space. Dancing in the candle light, dreaming of ont true yet the shadows on the wall all lead back to you. Love is like a game you can never play for free, risking all you can for what you think could be. While memories of promises tear my walls apart still deal me another hand in this fool's game of hearts. Everyone has a memory of a time they tied in vain and everyone has a fantasy to make up for the pain. Every time I try again there's a damn good chance I'll fall but I have to give it everything or not bother to try at all. Love is like a game I guess I have to play, just to love the one I'm with, tomorrow, come what may. For the world is like a theatre and I'm willing to play my part so would you care to join me in a friendly game of hearts? copyright 1990-Cara Newburg published 1996
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem because of promises broken and tears
cried and because every time I try and run I can't even
hide.
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