Heaven-sent

I was never gonna find love,
with the way I lied to myself,
for the food of love
must be made to perfection.

The light on the phone blinking,
they're textin' to say
they're into you,
can't help but know it's true.

It was never going to work,
she left you in the dark,
I'm still lying around,
come on Mr. Big-Shot!

Listen to your heart beat,
feel that deep drum and rhythm,
the touch of skin on skin,
skin crawling, welcome to heaven.

Gates are open, eyes locked on,
see them standing, walking,
in your arms.

Thank you God for this man.

Love doesn't work that way....

So before you read the poem, here's the intro. A friend of mine just went through some hard times with a boy she thought was going to be the "one," but unfortunately, he hurt her. She blamed it all on herself, but this poem goes to show that you can't control the way the game is played, you can only play on. So, here it goes!





You thought for a single second,
that your luck was finally replaced,
just as quickly as he was there,
he ran away.

Your happiness was found and lost,
jeered and lept out of your hands,
like a deer to the hunter,
a seagull to the hungry sailor.

You wished your luck with love
was as strong as your luck with life.
No hug or stiff drink to replace,
what pain the thought of him makes.

Your happiness was found and gone,
a new mixture of sadness and pain,
a tequila sunrise of tears,
a gin and tonic of pain.

Fate rules over the game,
all's fair in love and war,
but how could you roll the dice,
when you lose and complain?

You thought and wished,
maybe your luck would have changed,
sorry to disappoint love,
but life doesn't work that way...
life doesn't work that way...