A Game of Chance ((Love poems for the broken))

by StandStill   Jul 21, 2008


I hate to play the jealous one,
with her pretty pistole on her head.
I hate to play death's advocate
and shoot you 'til you're dead.

But still the roses weep like clocks,
time tears them down like rain.
And every other uttered word
drags me into this ocean of pain.

I'm thankful for my little angels...
but they all live so far away.
I need a hug, real, not starred,
to get me through this day.

Every little lullaby,
it burns me deep and cuts me dry.
Did you know that reading love poems
is the sweetest way to die?

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  • 15 years ago

    by Kayla

    Gabby! This poem was... wow! Absolutely genius. I think my jaw was just hanging open the entire time I was reading. Every word you typed just got through to me picture perfect. I could imagine every element of this poem inside my head. As I once said, my dear, some of the things you write do remind me of William Shakesphere. I'm holding my word too.

    What I really think broke my heart about this piece was the third stanza. Yes, what you spoke was very true. It's so relatable to every person that has a best friend over the internet. I know I can definitely relate to it. I really wish I could actually hug you too, sweetie. But just remember that someday, someday... we'll be able to. I promise.

    You wrapped up this poem so perfectly. The ending was just WOW and blew me away. I really was not expecting that. The extreme vocabulary you use still has me in awe. I love it, hun. Every line gave me chills. Great job, I'm sorry I haven't been leaving you more comments. 5/5 <3 <3 <3 <3

    ~Kayla~

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