Luck might be free baby,
Comes with its costs and pains honey
It’s like that proverbial moth
Always seeking the threshold of fiery dangers
There’s something to say about living on the edge,
The thrill of not knowing
What you’ll be experiencing the next minute.
Euphoria and Despair must be
Two sides of a god-forsaken sharp blade
Set sail with care lover mine,
Even I can’t promise a safe passing
Let alone landing, in this lagoon of emotion
It’s too shallow for one to throw anchor carelessly.
Love lasts but on a whim
Casually assured today to earnest skepticism the next.