Some How I Just Knew

Some how I knew.
I knew what you were about to do.
Call it impulse call it instinct.
Call it what you like.
With that twisted smile.
And your unkindly hands.
I simply knew.
Why me what did I ever do?

I all ways knew you were going to do it.
Going to make me play the game.

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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