wild cards.
she lacks in sophistication,
just another poignant soul
lurking at the depths,
waiting for obliteration.
she's free, she's lost
thus no wonder she's always
shifting her course.
while spontaneity was
never in his virtue;
he's methodical in a way
that's abstruse,
like another lone-wolf
packed with unorthodox
ways of livelihood.
they both wandered at night.
everytime the full moon strikes
their world seems to collide.
their hands holds a catastrophic troth
where two delicate hearts
was caught in the middle of
such ambivalent war
could a person really go that far?
these wild cards made cupid quit
his already intricate devoir
the deck has long been set
but with each passing day
they ceaselessly forgets.
what are the odds
of keeping these memories alive?
what are the reasons
to prolong these absolute lines?
they keep it all illicit
but could never admit it as a crime.
they raised their bets;
they kept on spinning the wheels
and rolling the dice,
they kept on dancing with their hands tied.
because they are both just elated; besides,
the night's still long and remarkably fine.
or so they thought.
between the chase and fall
not a single soul
could tell if they will be caught.
it could be that they're'nt meant to be
or they crossed paths
to finally hold their peace.
there's no other choice
but to ideate the probabilities.
wild cards don't possess such certainty
but both hands were on deck,
intertwined fearlessly.
not a single soul knows
the plot twists and overturns;
even the stitches and burns
but they both placed their bets,
with hearts beating facsimile.
could their love stay unconditionally?
i guess now we'll just watch and see
WILD CARDS
July 30, 2023
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Wild Cards
Poetry"Wild Cards" is a collection of poems and proses for all of the uncertainties we'll have to gamble through after taking the risk and giving chance to open ourselves to something new.
