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by Brittney Renee W.

There's a time when your, "maybe later"
becomes too late.
The cards have been dealt,
I guess this is fate.
I can't change my hand now,
I'm in the game.
I've gotta play my hand
without any shame.

I've gotta put on my 'game' face
and play the part
(wrapped up in ribbons and lace.)
I've gotta sell myself and take her place.
I don't need this. 
I am better than him.
I am standing on the rim,
ready to fall.

I come running
everytime he calls-
but that's gonna stop
and I'm gonna come out on top.
When my hand is over
and this game comes to an end
I'll be the same old Brittney, 
with a broken heart... once again.
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Poem ID: 53997   Poem Posted: 1/26/2001
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