Do you make it a habit to play with fire?
Offer the hollow promise of love
And when things heat up
Walk away with the ‘innocence’ of the white dove
Don’t you dare make mockery of love
It will come to bite you back
In the ways you know not
Be prepared to be dealt a nasty hand
Compelled to partake in the game of your demise
Lady luck drifting away like sands of time
Have a seat and let’s play the game
By the end tonight
Someone’s bound to lose their name!
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Tell me would you willingly take part in such a game? Let’s talk!
Love Always,
R.
I love the twist in the last four lines especially the image of lady luck. Very striking! π
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Thank you! π This sort of wrote itself.
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You’re welcome π It read like it did. Don’t you love when that happens?
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I do but not when I have to lose sleep over it! π
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I’ll sleep when I’m dead. I’ll have nothing better to do then π
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WOW.. what a great beginning! Loved the imagery in the whole entirety! Gorgeous!!
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Thank you D.! I imagined it to be a night in Vegas! π
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LOL.. then it must have stayed there π
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I sure hope so!βΊοΈππ
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