I sit in my plastic prison, a mind numbing class never ends,
this icy desk bringing derision, she laughs with her friends/
one or the other, the choice makes everyday a big question,
who do I wanna spend time with, who do I wanna invest in/
where feelings are money, the stake rises in my chest cavity,
choosing both is impossible, fly high the flag of depravity/
poker chips on my chest, dealer with an ace up his sleeve,
a joker slips into the deck, wrecking the whole hand for me/

I snap out of it quick, she wraps me in her mind peircing glare,
blue eyes radiating icey heat, freezing from her firey red hair/
she turns back around, and this time the dice start rolling,
dreading the snake eyes, like watching my mind unfolding/
swirling numbers of pips, choosing my fate in this love life,
beautiful one versus this other, all down to a roll of the dice/
to hell with that, crush the marble dice into a fine powder,
don't want to know the outcome, reality goes on louder/

the bells rings, bringing my gambling to a much needed halt,
my mind sings, I walk slowly out of the door of the vault/
I feel the roulette wheel, spinning in the back of my head,
red or black or nothing at all, I won't let myself be forcefed/
My beautiful one, or this fire haired girl with the ice eyes,
will either accept me? If neither could, I would never ask why/
this love is simply a game, fuck emotion, it all ends the same,
scribbling rhymes in the book of love, but I strike out my name/

well, this kinda connects to my last piece...but it's about something different. Tell me what you think
Peace

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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis