Game Over

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Remember, there would always be a better player.

How can I ever forget,
when you shot me with a bullet.
My chest felt heavy and wet,
it seems like you won the bet.

You played like a true player,
winning the bet just like in poker.
Never thought you'd screw me over,
It seems I'm just another supporting character.

You played to your heart's content,
while I'm extremely hell bent.
You were never heaven sent,
a devil wearing an angel's scent.

Honey wait until I play the game,
I'll definitely set you aflame.
Believe me I'm not the same,
and there's nobody to blame.

When your foundations start to fall,
I would like to see who will you call.
Don't even think that you can stall,
remember your circle would now be small.

It's my time to turn the tide,
while you start to run and hide.
As I enjoy chasing you with stride,
I will also regain my dignity and pride.

Don't mess with someone you've hurt,
you will be in pain as you are burnt.
By the person you thought was good as dead,
someone who'll say you're sick in the head. 


Submitted: April 17, 2020

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