colder

It is a game

I have played

run after the ball,

Hands high,

Dived for the ball

It is selfish

There are no rules,

I have bled

Eyes on her lips

Gave all for nothing

I have played but left Victims of broken hearts…

…from my adventures

when you meet one that loves you,

and you break up,

the heart is a little colder than before

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