Karim Khattab

She just made her tenth million.

Collecting hearts,

Shoving them in jars.

One at a time.

She squeezes another one

Just like a lime.

A dozen hearts for a million,

That's how much she charge for them.

Everyone is looking for love,

and she's after all of them.

He got his money on her.

She'll make it to her eleventh million. 

But could you blame her?

For it's not her.

It's you who dares to care.

At least, he'd dare.

Bitter I am,

Sad of what I become.

Perhaps this will help,

You tell yourself,

As you take another gulp

of this bittersweet syrup.

From zero to hero.

The winner takes it all.

But be careful honey.

Careful of that downfall.

For this may all just be

A strike of luck.

Ciao

A Strike of Luck