we both knew the game
it wasn’t gonna be tame
it wasn’t gonna be tame
we both knew the rules
we weren’t no fools
but when the game did end
with what could we defend
both our hearts
our weakest parts
lay broken and blue
in a blood-filled pool
but we both knew the rules
in a blood-filled pool
but we both knew the rules
would you like to hear these words spoken?
6 comments:
lovely.
<3
They both knew the game, but they both still wind up getting hurt.
Absolutely brilliant and I love the image you used.
thank you so much for coming by, isha, and for such a kind comment! wonderful to see you!
yes - it was, after all, a game with rules - but rules to be broken, along with their hearts! thanks so much andy! and have a great day!
Yes, we both know how it will end, but we still plunge... don't we? Why shouldn't we? It is the most dangerous of games that leave us... always... remembering.
So lovely and true your words, Jenean!
Nevine
oh, yes we do - plunge and play - time and again - and why not, for sure! regardless, as you say, there are always always the memories - and as someone once said [which i think magnificent]: touch has memory - so we play the game and touch - and remember - and it's all so worth it, dear nevine!
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