The Hearts Are Played
The hearts are played,
and the cards have been dealt;
the pot has risen to gambler's recognition,
and then when nothing is left to put in the pot
the gamblers throw in their hearts.
Yes the Queen of Hearts knows how to dance,
and sing songs to those lonely men with nothing to lose
but their lives that are already wasted away by
the carnal passions of life and sin.
She takes them by the hand and comforts them;
now she has her way with them.
The hearts are played
and the games are gained
the stakes run high,
till we break and fold,
yes we gamble away our love
to the Queen of Hearts
and not only do we lose our hand,
but our hearts we lose as well-
The hearts are played,
and the games are gained,
she comes to me and says, "Oh love me once again,"
and I turn and walk away,
for she had gambled away our love for too long,
and the players have their way with her.
.1.13.2014.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2014
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