Treasure Island

Dorian Petersen Potter


Dealt Wrong Cards (Quinze-Par-Huit)


The cards were against me from start
Everything was so bad for sure
I know for my blues there's no cure
As search in my mind with no chart
Where do I go with a torn heart?

I look at you now and just cry
Time is coming when we must part
The cards were against me from start
And now all I can do is sigh
Since you left everything felt 'part

Where the years of bliss did they go
Now I know that your love is dead
The cards were against me from start
You're not here and that's all I know
And life without you is just sad

Submitted: Saturday, July 20, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 22, 2013

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'Quinze-Par-Huit' is a poetic form created by Dorian Petersen Potter, July 7th,2010.

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