My Luck In Love

My hands are tainted, painted with regret and stained with caution I wish to love like no tomorrow, sorrow borrows my will Green tea shots, forgot, but not by choice of heart My mind plagued by longing, belonging to the songs unsung Written in place, face facts I’m not privy to know, it shows My knowledge based on life, strife and years of poison luck Dreams of love in serenade, barely made with thoughts of reality Trial begins in part, start to live, full stop, new beginning, and forever after then -s.grace