III
It's said that the third time is the charmand I used to believe that was true.
Now I know it is truly bullshit
because once again I have lost you.
Love is like playing Russian roulette
but in this case the chamber holds five.
You search all your life for the right one
that will hopefully keep you alive.
Still, many times you spin the chamber
and then cock the hammer back, braced.
Then pray as you pull the trigger
that it won't blow up in your face.
God brought you back for something,
but what that could be I don't have a clue;
more love, more pleasure, more memories
or will it be more of me missing you?
I don't know, I don't get it, I don't understand
why you left me with tears on my face
when in only asome small hours before
we lay in an impassioned embrace.
Yet out of my life you are gone once again,
my cap turned around in defeat.
My three strikes have been swung, game over;
sent back to heartache's lonely seat.
B.Heath Harris
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