March 23


I guess we like to play ourselves for fools

every time we say those three damned words,

The ones that hurt so much every time

my answer comes back in deathly silence,

You like to play your little games,

And that’s fine, I have games too,

But if you want to have a chance at all

You’d better choose a side and mean it,

Because I can see right through your lies,

Every time you grit your teeth and smile

I still hear your serpent’s tongue hissing in your throat,

Making me regret every last word I breathed to you.

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Posted March 23, 2012 by Philip in category "Poetry

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