love is a losing game..
Defeat
in ways that make you as it breaks you..
give in to the pain
It fills you with joy
with strength
So much to gain..
Shadows of your heart
Hit you in the darkest part
A noose around your neck
that grip will rip
till you feel no more..
trust it - walk through that door..
If I was a sculptor
I’d mold me into you
you into me
We’d be the best we could be
losing while we win to the best moments unknown
getting lost in the game with no name..
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