Some call it insane that I let girls cause me pain. They slowly tear my heart, slowly and part by part. but I understand my better storyline, and yet I come out fine. I have a lock on my heart, for a woman I will never part. I replace my love with a sun that will soon shine, hoping she will soon be mine.
I am the type for romance but no woman took the chance, I was hoping for a girl in the moonlight, to be waiting where I dance. I looked in all the wrong places and made gestures to all the wrong faces, but for every single girl, I went at of the wrong paces. I went to fast or was to slow, I always had a problem but yet I'd never know. I took a shot, for someone my eyes caught, and her heart is the only one I sought. We both took a chance, we held our hands. We have our love, and trust the one above. This girl is mine, my life will be more than fine, and this girl will be last in line.
I made it hard, and it hurt like glass shards, but here is my heart, in the deck of cards
YOU ARE READING
My Deck of Cards
PoetryA story of love, and about the ones above A story of gain, and about all of my pain A story of the broken harts, here is my hand in my deck of cards .
