THE GAME
January 10, 2010
It has always been the same
No individual has ever gained
Everyone is only to be pained
When playing the love game
The heart is so easily tamed
Drowned drunk with imagination
But when reality hits expectation
It is a shame that love is blamed
Love has gained reputable fame
As the heart’s colorful painting
But yet it is not never-ending
For pain is the painting’s frame
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