But that’s what we do, isn’t it? Kiss, kill, goodbye, repeat as needed. And there you have it, recipe for broken love and a lost heart, or a mixture of the two. Because “I love you” is never enough/meant/felt, whatever…
But what of the broken? Those who are destined to attract the most undesirable loves, and yet cannot leave for reasons unknown and acts not repaid… shall we feel cruel for following suit, or play trump and sweep them away into a neat little pile, and there they shall stay until score is counted and the deck of hard knocks is shuffled and redealt…
Buts that’s what we do, isn’t it? Kiss, kill, goodbye, repeat as needed/wanted/required…
Whatever
Author notes
prompt: title #2 Here I Am, Expecting A Little Too Much From The Wounded.
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wow, very creative! the repetition at the beginning and ending is well used, based on how the main part of the poem ended.
"shall we feel cruel for following suit, or play trump and sweep them away into a neat little pile, and there they shall stay until score is counted and the deck of hard knocks is shuffled and redealt…"
i love the way you relate lovers to a game of euchre or cards here, well thought out. i really enjoyed reading this interesting write : )
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justt need name in AN and i'll be back to read.
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