Close only counts,
In horse shoes and hand grenades.
But not in being right about you,
I fell for your charades.

I honestly believed,
You would be the one.
But you turned out just like the others,
Now this is where we’re done.

You knew we wouldn’t make it,
You guessed it so close.
It’s too bad you already,
Drank a fatal dose.

A nasty little toxin,
Mixed into your drink.
It won’t hurt that much,
It’ll be over in a blink.

You thought you were so smooth,
That you’d beat me in your game.
But we played mine instead,
And the rules aren’t the same.
written for: The Daily Post – Close
photo by: Lonely Pierot


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