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its comparing love to a game |
| Games are fun So is love Games can be complicated Enjoyable Or a synapse Between fun and boring As is love They’re so alike Some people consider it a game A game I’ve never understood And probably never will This is what I have For knowledge of this game As of yet The confidence! The desire! The pursuit! The loss! The state of down trot! The need for one more game! Its addicting The thrill of the game After its over You think… Is there no other way Why couldn’t she stay I shouldn’t have blown my shot One more time I won’t blow it I know it You try again Until you get it right Or death pulls you, Out of sight And Out of site Love, is the name of the game Its misunderstood But often… What’s needed most |