The Game Poem by Leanna Page Markgraf

She placed her heart as the best
as he pulled up a chair.
With that first glimpse in his eyes,
she should've folded right there.

For every card she was dealt
was another lie he made her believe.
He's a master of this art,
He had a trick up his sleeve.

He took her bet for granted
and played her like a fool.
He was all she ever wanted,
so she played by every rule.

He still cheated to win,
and turned her life into a wreck.
He had no remorse,
just moved onto another deck.

In his final hand
He chose to betray her.
You can always change the game,
But you won't be able to change a player.