Inside-out, hearts and guts turn sour, fist clench, tears fall, heads bow, bitterness and anger nestled with self pity and regret catches up with reality.
We all play the fool, we all fall victim, no matter how swift and smart a player might be, heads lay restless plotting doom at every calculated move.
Shot with an arrow to the heart you question life's twists and turns as opportunities are left to melt away in the heat.
The wrong one loves you right, the right one loves you wrong, sanity is lost, decisions faulted, the flesh has a field day, the heart is in control.
Dancing with fantasies like a mirage, nothing is real. Images disappear at close range as karma takes turns on the turn tables.
Holding on to hands that pull away and let go at every grip, you are bound to exhaustion. With bubbles signifying your end, virgin waters turn bloody! Defeat is conceded.
For once the heart has no say, words lay choked in your guts.
The Irony of life has a grin on his face, Karma dances to the beat, 'Pay back's a b*tch'!
Written by: Daphne Addison
Great PiEce Daphne
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