Poker Face

Would your heart beat faster
if I dropped my poker face?
I see no substance in your smile,
just pressure to conform.

Trust in fairy tales,
believe the hype.
What charming games we play
when neither knows the rules!

If I laid my cards upon the table,
perhaps you'd be surprised.
I don't believe your future,
and the past isn't what you think.

Here in August's dog days,
steaming under summer's sun,
let's admit this game is over:
We each hold a losing hand.

This is a Three Word Wednesday post.