But A Game Poem by anais vionet

But A Game

Rating: 5.0


Love is but a game of false dice, sweet lies and oaths
to tame pretty rebels for astute, overmastering gentlemen
- harsh, dishonest and less in love, who loan affection with interest and measure passion like coin recompense.

But A Game
Friday, December 31, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: love,teen
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