Roulette

Does your heart get heavy when you crawl out of her bed?

Tiptoeing to the front door before the tears are shed,

Little whispers and whimpers are heard,

A little after breaking the walls around the heart that once barred.

 

One fine day I had spent in your company from dusk to dawn,

Unaware of the battles afterward that went on and on.

Quite expected out of one naïve soul like me,

Had I any clue, forlorn, as lost as I could be.

 

Till now my will’s withheld perhaps forgotten with other promises;

They’re buried under my honor and your thousand kisses.

Now, I await the next little prey to fetch for you,

Taking little rounds in those dark alleys in your game for two.