Love-Game
Love is a game,
Hearts are broken,.
But with no blame.
Tears pouring down your face
And heart at a slowing beat,
But then you wonder,
Why weap?
Sooner or later,
You are bound to find the right one,
And when you do,
Your heart will light up,
As bright as the sun.
Copyright © Hope Ballard | Year Posted 2011
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