This is my first post here... It is that how hard you try and how things look perfect, your lover may fail you!
I hope you like it...
My Last Hand
It doesn't matter how hearts are cold
with all my bad cards I did never fold
My friend asked if I love she, but I've never answered with a me
It had always been a we.
Then you leave saying we are not meant to be
The reality that she was all in me… and the key
Unlocked the light I did hold
Through the night of cloudy threshold.
But then again I call you an angel
On which love I could gamble
Those things that exist to all eternity
Through life away from humanity.
Now that I know angels don't cry
Like a statue… A piece of art… but the story is a lie
Maybe I should have learned to fly
But I leave my passion to die.
The statue worships me and glances right into my soul to see
Believes that it has the right to be
A look the statue seems to keep
No more my mind will sweep.
Two hearts seem to complete the set
But with your flush I lost my bet.
