Rain makes no sound
Until it hits something.
I make no move
Until something hits me.
He carries a deck of cards in his pocket
To him, life is simply a game.
“we’ll see whom I can get to fall for this
When it doesn’t work out, she’ll be to blame.”
I was his victim once
Fell for it hook, line, and sinker
It wasn’t that he was a horrible man
It was his lies that made him a stinker.
He’ll tell you all the sweetest things
None of them, of course, are true.
He’ll hate your family, not know your friends,
Yet want desperately to marry you.
He never proved his worth to anyone
Said it wasn’t his duty to do!
Yet when real life took a strangle on me
Out the window he flew.
These men should wear a jokers face
Or at least have all the same name.
That way at least we could distinguish
Who was real, and who was just playing a game.