Folded
It was almost game over
I didn’t know
That by the end
I backed myself into a corner
With everything I told for you
Avoiding the fight
Is what I did
Or rather believed
When it was too much
And almost all the cards were on the table
Meaning it was almost done
All I had to do was show mine
But he looked at me with hurt and betrayed eyes
From the cards he already seen
Knowing that he would never look at me the same
As I recalled every hand that I played
I folded
And the game continued
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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| The claim of blue | 1 | 10/04/2011 |
| How fast can I run? | 0 | 06/30/2011 |
| Snake | 0 | 04/24/2011 |
| Colorful girls, Black Rainbow | 0 | 10/01/2010 |
| But only in my dreams | 0 | 09/28/2010 |
| The louder Silence | 1 | 09/08/2010 |
| That Girl dressed in Black | 2 | 09/08/2010 |
| Dude, look at me! (A teen rant) | 0 | 09/08/2010 |
| I Wish | 0 | 01/09/2010 |
| Grateful | 0 | 12/20/2009 |
| Your life | 0 | 12/19/2009 |
| Oh lady Hollow | 1 | 12/18/2009 |
| Caring (It hurts) | 0 | 12/13/2009 |
| COULD YOU LOVE ME? | 1 | 11/27/2009 |
| Am I lonely | 0 | 08/29/2009 |
| Laugh | 0 | 08/06/2009 |
| Lesson Taught well (Thank you) | 0 | 08/04/2009 |
| Folded | 0 | 07/16/2009 |
| Goodbye | 0 | 06/04/2009 |
| I'm Sorry | 0 | 06/04/2009 |
| Past reflection | 0 | 06/04/2009 |
| She | 0 | 06/04/2009 |
| The Four life lessons | 0 | 06/04/2009 |
| Truth | 1 | 06/04/2009 |
| Shut UP! | 0 | 06/04/2009 |
| A disappointmen t |
0 | 06/04/2009 |
| Ignore me | 0 | 06/04/2009 |
| Real Me | 1 | 06/04/2009 |
| Resentment | 0 | 06/04/2009 |
| Resentment | 0 | 06/04/2009 |
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