Blue-Eyed Metaphor
Love is just a game we play
At least that’s what they say
But then the man in the moon
Disappeared and abandoned his stage
You left with all your good intentions
Like a dress laid out but then neglected
Left me in a state I cannot mention
You’re just a blue-eyed metaphor
For all that’s wrong with this life
Words deliver my frustrations
Give love my consolations
I’ve taken all I can stomach
And it’s time I move on to better days
Go ahead and forge
A picture in my mind
I’ll try my best to forget
Because your love is as valid
As promises born from
A bottle of whiskey on a Saturday night
I don’t sleep to dream
And you are living on cloud nine
Keep on playing your childish games
But I’m cashing in my chips
I’ve got my own hell to raise
You’re just a blue-eyed metaphor
For all that’s wrong with this life
Words deliver my frustration
Give love my consolations
I’ve taken all I can stomach
And it’s time I move on to better days
Cause I’d be better off to slit my wrists
Then give your love another chance
There will be no more fairy tale twists
For all you could teach me
You would teach me this:
To take the pain out of living
Is to create a world
Where love doesn’t exist
I’ve played the game and watched it fade
I’m sorry; it’s just not an even trade
poem by Kay Gardner
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