I am the gambler of pain, Walking my heart on an unsure way. Now that I've met you, my cheerful saint, Can you save me from this infinite grey?
I am the gambler of pain, Wishing for love in every possible way. Now I'm heading to that point, Where you're the only one I should convey.
YOU ARE READING
a statement, with a question mark
Poetry• a leftover thoughts for a friend • Sometimes our loving heart made a statement, while our logical brain kept asking "why?". And here it is, it's a poem, it's a desire, it's a letter, it's a feeling, and it's a statement, with a question mark.
