The Game Of LoveA Poem by RunawayWriter
The game of love. People gamble with love,give away pieces of the heart that shall never be returned. In the beginning it's beautiful, it's fun. Soon people start cheating, hiding the game pieces, everyone soon forgets the rules, does whatever they want. In the end the players are hurt, broken and sad. Anger plays it's part too, same with pride and ego. Spectators try helping, giving advice but they'll never understand ow the players feel after the end disaster.
Too many players and thing go terribly wrong, one player would never work either, no one could possibly be a winner and a loser, but no doubt that's how this game makes you feel. © 2016 RunawayWriter |
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Added on March 2, 2016 Last Updated on March 2, 2016 Author
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