It’s so hard now-a-days to decipher fake and real
Who knew there would be some hands in life you’d be forced to deal?
Who knew in this life, the game was manipulated?
I didn’t know life had so many poker faces
Learning by trial and error, so you roll the dice for a taste of heaven
But today is not your day to get that lucky 7
You feel obligated to play, you came so far
For what’s life without a gamble besides playing cards?
Got the ace of spades, but life’s not playing Spades
The world’s no longer black & white, just 50 Shades of Grey
Tried my luck but I hit the 8 ball in
Tried my best to get 21, but I got the number 10
With no ace to help dig me out of my own grave
-Save me from myself-
About the Creator
Terowi Marshall
Art is life. With each poem I write, there’s a piece of me in every one
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