Chances Are

The game of chance is often related to romance

Same way as one would prance and steal a glance

Often blinded by killer smiles and sensual curves

We see a parade of styles that affect our nerves 

We wear perfume that gives birth to a tempest

Only to be swarmed with eyes that owns detest

We drink beauty which stirs a boisterous delusion

Misleading us into a duty of a ludicrous solution 

Drunk we pray to the skies and consult the stars

Only to be filled with lies and aching battle scars

We bear tears raining down on empty cold hands

As we bury our own sorrows into drifting sands

Chances are we may never find our true love at all

Yet soul mates wait patiently ‘til they hear our call

Throw the dice and let it spin fate unto the next day

Until mortality defines us having love as we pray

 

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3 March 2016 / 8:00 PM

Tuesday / In my home