Queen of Spades

Sun, 07/26/2015 - 03:30 -- astarz

A necklace lies upon her breast
A deck of cards in her hands
Creating a perfect illusion of attractiveness
In the eyes of another man 
She creates doubts in those with confidence
An image of desire
Held only for a night
Once given and received
Her presence is no longer needed
Worth nothing but dust
She holds a new deck

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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