The game of love

The game of love.. ..

There was a guy walking in the street…

With eyes full of tears, and naked feet…

There was an engagement in his home…

His ex girlfriend is the pride, his brother is the groom….

I might back, but for whom..?

I don't know what to say…

Just back your stuff, and go away…

Do not care for people who didn't take care of you….

And it doesn't matter whom loves who…

The only matter who loves you…

What is good in life, that there is hope,,,

And there is always a surviving rope…

Though hope is not as much as the disappointing,…

But that is life, and how God created things..

………..

Relationships has a rule….

Understand it, to be not a fool…

Relationships are just a game…

Starts with love flame,,,

There must be a victim, and a murder,,,,

Or the love story, won't go further…

………

The victim will be duff, believing his heart, denying his mind….

And the way to the truth he will never find…

While the murder keeps playing like a snake..

Never cares for the victims sake…

Just keep lying in her/his face…

With a fake lovely smile, covered with trace…

…….

I thank God I passed the door…

As a loser, a victim, with zero score…

I just was the one, who loved, cared, and adore,..

But the weakness couldn't knock my door…

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I'm thinking of a good end…

But more memories my brain refuses to send…

An advice is what the end is about,,,,,

Just be sure, with no doubt,,,,,

Love is the most holy feeling in life…

Between brothers, sisters, a husband, and a wife…

Just find the way to the true path…

And be naked face, no masks or a hat…

And something to be in mind,…

The brain is the bless, for human kind…

So use it wisely, and the happiness you will find….

  

 

 …The end…

 

BY HAMZA  EBRAHIM BARGOG