Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Spinning the Wheel

Five o'clock in the morning and

I'm alone, you haven't come home.

I wish that I could understand

Why you are always on the roam,

Gambling on finding someone who

You'd rather love than loving me.

And you know how much I love you,

So home here is where you should be.

Why is love just a game you play,

Causing me pain with no regret,

Leaving me hoping that someday

I will luck out in your roulette?

Spinning the game of love you spin,

One of these spins I've gotta win.