There exist two-sided planes of loss and gain That exists both as a way of life and as a versatile toy Bringing forth to a person either happiness or pain It can hold our desires and was made for us to enjoy
You can cut it in the center, many in the world do Stack it from one another and anything you decided to It was created to flourish and be pleasing to the eye It is a wonder with a cacophony of colors dyed
It is made for us, that which in the rules abide And like good and evil, it has two sides It is a friend of magic and a friend of trickery Both is to deceive, one for joy and one for tragedy
Often, it has a bad reputation in the eyes of many A tool for treachery and a miserable man’s destiny But I tell you, it is the one that holds that give its voice For it is an instrument that can either play a hymn or a noise
♥️ I had to play. I had to play. my stolen heart turned rot, to ***** ♠️
Twas me snubbed. Twas me who snubbed. ♦️ And glittery diamonds to dirt, were clubbed. ♣️
But I had to play. I had to play. Cause he held all my cards anyway. 🃏 I had tried to run. I tried to run. We were not there for love, but fun. And I HAD to play. I had to play.. I was his. lonely desperate slave.
Now he's moved on.. He's moved on. and left his pathetic, little pawn ♟ I'd had to play I'd had to play. so that from him, I could get away.
He'd gotten bored He got bored. He wiped away our checkered board. Now he's not here. He's not here. But I'd do anything to feel him near.
Come play. Come play.
A little weird but here you go. I know its kinda missing flow. but here you are, I give you this. writing it i'll kind of miss.
The whole world's playing a game of poker And I'm dealt a strange, confusing hand I don't want to be mediocre, I make rash moves, which were never planned Inevitable, I fail each test, To start over, again and again So I'll keep my cards close to my chest Hoping that this time, it won't be in vain.
What is expected from me? You were the half that chose to leave I'll do my best Be your friend Even if leading to another dead end Never thought we would wash up where we are Two separate shores Watching you from afar Be truthful with me That is what I most desire Sick of the games Frustrated Tired Fake way through a familiar apology Promising to be the man I know you'll never be Like a rolling dice Have many faces Expert at bluffing yet you're always holding aces You gamble my love About time you lose My heart not an object to pull apart or use I'm sick of betting my chips The poorest hand For you I go all-in Don't even understand I never was good at cards At least that is what I'm told Probably should cut my losses Say farewell and finally fold
But what can I say? I guess I'm just a gambling type of girl...