She played me sweet and smilingly then left
I was her partner in the arabesque
but afterwards I’m the victim of her theft
she was the beauty – I was grotesque
She played me very soft and tenderly
cause I’m so easy to manipulate
she walked all over me so cleverly
so now her winnings she can calculate
She played me very hard and ruthlessly
as I was lost in smiles like ivory
behind her cherry lips so hopelessly
like poison wine was her salivary
She played me and she left me here alone
I know she had the coldest heart of stone
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February 2 20114
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Lyrical and lovely…this is begging to be set to music!
Wonderful poetry and recall that awesome image from VisDare.
Oh, so playful piece…
Perfectly lyrical.
the poem is definitely a ‘read aloud’
I didn’t link up this week, just reading from others
much love…
Touching!
oy, yes….i have haven prey to that playing as well…ha…
been a while, but….
A lady who knows her ways around. She sure presents a challenge! Great sonnet Bjorn!
Hank
have seen such nymphs or will i call them sirens in real life, who target plain looking people so they can exploit them to the full. its sad, is not it how wicked always succeed in abusing love!
Sharp and innovative writing…
It happens much too often. Nice write!
No one deserves to be played with such coldness … Lovely write.
Snap! I played my Mag so similarly to yours – it’s just where the prompt took me! Those gals – eh?
The cold hearted wench played you like a piano. Lovely work, but sad.
Just gorgeous, I loved it a lot.
A lovely sonnet of being played..I can feel heartbreak drifting in the notes..
She must be wickedly smart!
Sexy and cruel at the same time, darling — watch out for this one!