I had no frame of reference until you,
On love, I gambled the mother of sin
But my hand bare less than a pair of two,
Lost it all, for the house must always win:
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It is, as they say, one is too many,
But after one, one thousand's not enough,
You can't know drought if you knew not plenty,
You can't feel soft, if you felt nothing rough:
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With nothing left to bet, I'm left to beg;
But every so often life throws a bone,
And I get to see you for a brief sec,
Never can I repay the joy you loaned:
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I can rage, yell, even tear out my hair,
But as the dealer, you were always fair.
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Shackled Sonnets: A Collection of Poems
PoetryA collection of sonnets about that which I shall never have. A girl I love, but she loves another. I have only recently been reading and writing poetry because of her, so hopefully, my writing will get better as time goes on. Check back for a new so...
