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Nov 2015
I miss the feeling of your cheeks next to mine.
The wretchedness of the events before us, was what makes us yearn for each other,
But old memories hold us back like the universe holds it's mysteries.
Close to the chest, towards the heart
Because that's the only place it may seem safe.
Oh no, don't let anyone see your memory cards in this poker game of life
And even with this near certian thing in hand,
We're afraid to risk it all and go all in.
Because we once, both almost did.
And the other person, indeed, actually had a better hand and beat you, beat me too
So ****** up from seeing a near certian chance at a win crumble in front of your eyes
I don't blame you for being more hesitant to play another hand
I don't blame you for thinking leaving the table might be the best idea
Or leaving the casino all together.
Because I thought that too,
I left the table, but I didnt leave the casino
I walked around, maybe played some slots
But I saw the glistening cards fly around the table,
Being played by others,
It made me miss holding those cards again
So walked back to the table and sat down again
I hope you could join me in this seat right next to me
And possibly get lucky and we both win
Or if anything, just split the *** with eachother and go along with this game.
This game of gambling.
This game of poker.
This game of life.
Life Isn't Black Jack
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