Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Cursed?

Cursed?  He says he's cursed.
I know my place; I know my part.
I'm tired of being still and playing dead
Maybe I'm just too rehearsed.
Cursed?  That's a bit too tart,
he's the one who played my heart.

**Written for One Shot Wednesday

9 comments:

  1. Sounds like misdirection. "It was me, not you." How about the truth. That's all we ask in a relationship. Right, Caty?

    ReplyDelete
  2. it seems everyones fault in matters of the heart...at least to the other party. nicely played caty. thanks for linking up with one shot this week. nice repitition and hooking us at the end...

    ReplyDelete
  3. so much truth written with so few words..brilliantly done!

    ReplyDelete
  4. When I read this I immediately thought - "The cheek of him saying he was cursed!" and I hope the person in the poem told him so and let go of their usual "rehearsed" behaviour. You say a lot here in a few words.

    ReplyDelete
  5. shirt and to the point..very well executed (you didnt did you!!!!)...thanks for being part of this Pete

    ReplyDelete
  6. did i say shirt i meant short!!!!

    ReplyDelete
  7. Love how you wrote this Caty.

    ReplyDelete
  8. A good friend told me
    the reader doesn't always
    see what the writer writes
    because they read it with their heart

    The devil
    made them do it
    along with a fifth
    and a strong back hand

    The devil
    made them do it
    or as a child their
    father taught them well

    The devil
    made them do it
    when they die I hope
    they get new lesions in hell

    ReplyDelete

Your thoughts are welcome here :)