Deck of Cards

I was wrong to believe that most of what I had for you has dispersed away into nothingness,
I actually just failed to realize it was the drive to stand up again that kept it deep down inside,
It kept the feelings locked far far far away into the back of my deepest minds,
It allowed me to move myself from misery.
Now that I am functioning well that implanted scar you gave seemed so little,
Till you came back.

I will always have that pillow for you to lie on,
That light for you to have sight,
And the time for you to linger,
It's THAT implanted scar I failed to remove.

I wish I could have stand taller,
Shift my deck of cards a little bit far from the wind,
So that whatever effort I had trying to built it,
Does not crumble,
Why do you have to be such a blizzard in this play.

Do you not have self-value?
To think that I am here for you supporting what you did to me,
You're oblivious to the fact that you are a jerk of an upper-class,
Which have tongues of the aristocrats,
In contrast to your dirty, filthy and uncouth manner,

How could you sleep with someone at night,
Giving her hope, affections and memories which are surreal,
You put her in a position to lie to herself that you are a victim,
When you, yourself and no one else, is the crime,
And I had to held to my stature,
I feel sorry for her,
For what you did to her,
Was what I went through,
I had that feeling of confusion about you,
Was it love or lust?
You never got out of thinking using your brain,
It was always that magic wand you had between your balls.

I wish to stop you from myself,
Or either way and move my feet further a notch than where I had left you,
To prove that I have glued those deck of cards for it to last,
Not for it to crumble at your feet,
Not for you to be the wind,
Not for you to have the last ace in this relationship we HAD.