Once upon a time
a pretty boy I met
crossed reason's line
whispering of high bet.
Putting my fate on cards,
he wanted all of me;
however, a queen of hearts
though not in hand, by the end I would be.
Loneliness of the lethal smile
pierced me with seven spades
thinking to possess such guile
I could not see through its charades.
I might have given in to your charms,
but make no mistake -
I may fit well between your arms
but my free spirit is not a fake.
03/02/2017
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