If love is a game, Only played with the mind…
Then why is this hole in my chest over time?

For if love was a thing I could hold in my hand
I’d patent, and sell it! My very own brand.
But I have no real factory making this part.
Of my heart that you break, and so tear apart.

If love isn’t real, Just sex, and the vanity…
Then why does the cheating cause all this insanity?
My heart falls to pieces all over the floor
Every time that you turn and walk out that door.

So where is the heart, are you with me at all?
You give it to strangers, and to lovers that call.

If love has no meaning, And only for fun…
Then why do we battle till somebody’s won?
Is love the catalyst holding our heart,
Without it relationships don’t even start.

For in this that I find true love seems to be.
Is all that’s inside me, and where I should be.

If love is so true, Then where is the peace?
When can the fighting, and all this pain cease?
You toss love around like a hard leather ball..
To the pain and the suffering, and death of us all.
My love torn to ribbons so hard to replace.
It shows as these wet streaks that run down my face.

If love is for me, And you give me your heart…
Then when can I say that our life time will start?

For too many use this word loosely care free.
They say it for leverage, to enslave you, and me.
So keep all your words that just build over time.
I’d rather see true love be proven as mine.

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