Poker Face Maybe

As i sit and read your work, I ponder on it long and hard, think to myself Do you know me. Have we meet . this oddness is fair but with the many games I explore . Lets play those cards you say. I look upon your hand and feel a loss. I wonder why my cards are not good enough .Maybe they are, I whisper for it is not cards I play. I throw them in the air, smile and declare i’ve won. Life can be many things but a thought thats delivered can be fun. Whether I know you or not , what you wrote it traveled deep .My face was within your words my heart was bare . The game you played was never fair. and once again I threw it all up in the air .