Dreams of Love
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The past sneaks up,
fast as f*ck,
future defined by what.
Something similar to luck.
Cards dealt, but
the house always wins,
I am still going all in,
I pray to the gods
that I win.
I really do not believe in them,
so let me go again.
Eating dinner with
devils, delicious disease
called love, I seem
to fall a lot
landing on my face,
head under hills,
under the influence
their heart is truent,
trying to turn their
frown upside down,
I am a clown,
shot by cupid
throught the heart.
I feel stupid,
drunk off love,
a jester trying
to impress her,
she is a queen,
I will have her,
even if it is only
in my dreams.
fast as f*ck,
future defined by what.
Something similar to luck.
Cards dealt, but
the house always wins,
I am still going all in,
I pray to the gods
that I win.
I really do not believe in them,
so let me go again.
Eating dinner with
devils, delicious disease
called love, I seem
to fall a lot
landing on my face,
head under hills,
under the influence
their heart is truent,
trying to turn their
frown upside down,
I am a clown,
shot by cupid
throught the heart.
I feel stupid,
drunk off love,
a jester trying
to impress her,
she is a queen,
I will have her,
even if it is only
in my dreams.
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exactly how fast is the F word? Aside from the beginning it was a good poem, I wish you could find a way to use another word without dirupting the flow. Thanks for sharing.
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