False Card
This situation was never meant to be...I do believe a false card has been dealt by me. The
words exchanged the chips are down... Awkward stares across the table and the tension
begins to rise.
The suitor shouts I cheated you and the tears start to arrive. You slam your first and the
guns are drawn, pointed at my head.
I've done you wrong, I've hurt you. It makes me wish I was dead.
If need be I’ll fold and walk away in my regret, but if you let me I’ll pay you back in
compassion and friendship; this can be my only debt.
So, if you will my friend strike a match and let’s forget...burn down this house of cards
and hold no regrets.
Copyright © Kristen Wallen | Year Posted 2010
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