BLACKJACK
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She is gone.
Gone to where? To some place the hearts goes.
She followed her heart to the one with deceitful trails.
Filled with illusions of the truth.
The one she thought will fill the void of her thirst for true love.
She has been desperate for the one.
He seemed perfect, bright and ambient as the morning sun.
He looked like a penguin in a jacket
The center of attraction like a royal chandelier
He is a bird
He is just a feeling for her heart to escape.
Yet she soaked herself in his pool of inevitable doom
She had no control of her feelings
Fragile and transparent she was
She knew he would be the death of her
She gambled her heart and lost it to a black jack
He broke her
Shattered her wholeness into uneven pieces
She is unattractive to her suitors
Her confidence diminishes
Her poker face gives her away
One more try she said
Giving her all
All or nothing
Her heart beat is off the chart but no one will ever hear
Hit me she said
Tapping the table for a card.
She inhales deeply
So much tension in the atmosphere
And releases her breath slowly
She opens up her card
She beat the dealer
She tricked him
Her game was the long con
In the end the winning only matters
She is only 21
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Fantastic comparison, esoteric words and energy.
thanks, that is the idea and you got it
Go ahead - you have a greate talent
thanks
Nice poetry.
thank you .. :)
I just don't know what to say. Flabbergasted.
Dante is a guy with weird imaginations. But they're intriguing.
my mind is a wonderland
Lol. I have no doubt
I just hope we will not be competing for babe one day, bcs this your poem is enough to loose her to you.
Haha... you are the boss😉👍
Why do i feel like the poem is directed to me...😎
It is dear😉
Oh no🙈