Deep exhalations
cold clammy skin
disheveled and unraveled
this twisted game begins
to tweak the mind the object is
to silence the thoughts that creep within
of want and hate and trust and such
to bend the rod that strikes so much
this twisted game of love and lies
of uttered promises in disguise
this game of cat and mouse we play
this ruse we nourish day by day
until veneer begins to decay
we forever remain
in this twisted game
A contest entry
- SHOW ME YOUR OWN STYLE by girl-interrupted by Girl-Interrupted.
838 points, ended October 19, 28 entries
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Comments
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adore the way you format this poem and the meaning behind it.
the game of cat and mouse we pay
this ruse we nourish day by day <--pretty amazing!
thanks for entering the contest and best of luck!
love,
becca -
Oh wow!!! I love your rhyming your technique and most of all YOUR POEM!! It flowed so beautifully. A winner of gold in my book. This I think is my favorite so far of your writes I have read!!! good luck




