(Played) In The Minors.
Played games like ours for years
A sore loser I'm afraid
Think I'm becoming too old for participating
Must've gathered by now I play to win.
Secrets love to unfold themselves
Like a hands bent fingers revealing its palm
Note the crack here in this life-line
Where I cut and bled you out, stanley knife, bit of salt,
A deep wound you were, now somehow you aren't.
Been warned before
You to me was easy, child's play,
Must've known by now I'm impulsive like that,
Again, why we competed side by side,
Only ever in the minors.
<Deleted User> (6517)
Tue 21st Sep 2010 10:12
- competing with a 'friend' of mine for more/for less but we only ever play each other 'in the minors', we both kind of know it could never be any more so we play games with one another. i guess the poem's about me finally having enough of just 'playing'/ being played by someone who i thought cares about me but musn't. it's the idea of i'll play but i always lose when it comes to them because they're better at it/they aren't a very nice person? Isobel's pretty much got me down to a tee (well done mind) xx