*le poesie piu belle*
POKER CARDS

I made u my king
But for u, i was just a 2 of spades
I called u darling
But all u gave me were bruises

Now i dont need u to play
Even if i still have wounds
I finally found the real jolly

Ur searching sm1 that treats u like a queen of diamonds
But keep on pray
Bc nobody will ever take off this poker masks
I swear, theyll never go away

(Ne vado particolarmente fiero, è una metafora bellissima, devo dire che è la mia preferita credo)