Of Poker And Passion
Check-raised;
and again;
I feel trapped,
unable to voice my emotions
for fear of losing.
I could shower you with diamonds,
the way I’ve given you my heart,
but the ace of spades can’t save me
from this grave I’ve dug,
for myself,
clubbed over the head like a caveman.
When push comes to shove
and it’s all-in
(get your head out of the gutter),
it doesn’t even matter,
that I’ve tripped up
and flushed it all away.
Don’t fold this hand,
it’s special, it is.
Forget the odds,
I’m going down to the river
with you.
Loved this! really reminded me of ” OF LOVE AND DOLLHOUSES” :)))
and the silly poems i used to write. Nice…
Hello my dear old friend! ;p “Used to write” is a horrid phrase. When are we gonna do another shadow?