the game

the game

A Poem by Krista Laraine

I give songs for secret reasons,

and tiptoe all around.

You are an icy walk, threatening to melt,

a season changing without a sound.


My cryptic one,

you hold a traitor hand.

The queen has left the building.

And love, it folds so quickly now,

while I am drawing hearts in the sand.

© 2008 Krista Laraine


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Author

Krista Laraine
Krista Laraine

VT



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There is much to tell: there is much in my writing. If you want to know a bit about my personal life you can view my website. I hope you enjoy my poetry and other musings. Critiques and comments are e.. more..

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1989 1989

A Poem by Krista Laraine