Little Things in Life

Love's Game

Isn't it hard, to be kept like this,

stone cold, unable to move.

Don't you just miss, the burning hiss,

of love, but that of you would disapprove.

But didn't miss, when hit with a chance.

You would dive to get,

but in the end, you play with a broken hearts dance.

And yet again, you are in a shadow's debt.

So when you once again caught love's disease,

you cured it, with only a flick of your hand,

let it past you like a swift breeze,

and this time you were able to stand.

At last, at last,

but your broken heart was never cured,

leaving only a great hole, your past.

You missed, you missed love.

In a battle of love and hate,

it was you,

that lost.