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
Copyright © S. Grace | Year Posted 2023
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