Game

Game

A Poem by Danielle Renee

When the morning came
he wrote my name inside
of a little heart on the frosted
window above my bed.
He said he would always love me,
that he would rather burn than
hurt me, but I always knew
the truth.
He was good at that game,
one of the best I ever knew.
But he didn’t think I understood
what he was doing.
I played my cards too.

© 2012 Danielle Renee


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Added on March 30, 2012
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Danielle Renee
Danielle Renee

Houston, TX



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I’m a troubled, Texan writer whose soul resides some place beyond New York’s state lines. I believe in tragedies, but never consider fate. I’m not a fan of romance or relationships. .. more..

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