Love Game

Love is a backwards russian roulette. You place the bullets, I place the bet. I hand you the gun, your finger to the trigger Aimed to my chest, a smoking bullet lingers. No words spoken, I trust you this much. I trust that my heart and a bullet won't touch. Inside your hands my fate lies. I see my destiny behind your eyes. Your hand is trembeling, it's clear as day. I feel the pulse when you wipe my tears away. Everything that's going through my mind Is everything I try to hide. The fear, the worry, my emotions a mess. Wondering if a bullet is aimed to to my chest.