It was a game we played.
Each wanted to take all!
I moved ahead, betrayed,
And squeezed you to the wall.
But as I briefly thought -
My victory is true -
I felt that all it brought
Was pain for me and you...
So I released my hold,
I said, let's end the game:
This one is getting old!
And my confession came.
I looked into your eyes
And there I stood in fear,
No longer in disguise,
Not knowing what I'd hear...
As narrow as a blade,
My chance but quickly passed:
You moved ahead, betrayed,
And took it all at last.
Game
© Copyright: Евгения Саркисьянц, 2012
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