Visual feasts on fetish for eyes,Stung on the lips by your love.
Cold hard stone greets fancy free feet,
And again I see a new day without you.
No big surprise my life still goes on,
A new stage awaits my encore.
Freedom from heartache and soul searched remorse,
I find you're no latch on my door.
Truth of your stature in big scheme of things,
A truly false ledger of fake.
The poker faced joker with cold face remorse,
Leaving in shock and disgrace.
Full tilt the dealer,
What's left in your hand,
Sad lot is dealt as your fate.
Though endless your wager,
For new chance you wish for,
A long time is the lifetime you wait.
Copyright (c) Robyn Whittaker. 2011.
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