My heart
was my life
was my reason.
You owned my heart,
were my life,
were my reason.
Our love
was my reason,
was my dream,
was the gift,
prayed for
endlessly.
The God’s
created the gift,
gave the gift,
put the reigns
in our hands,
my hands,
your hands.
This poker chip,
you gambled with,
put on the table
over and again,
risking all.
Shots rang out
over and again,
ringing just above head.
Many near misses,
and grazings,
came endlessly
in rapid succession,
by shooters hand,
by you shooter,
you gambling
our love away,
till odds run out.
