Love is a game
A game of keepers and cheaters
This may sound lame
But could you save that for later?
Keepers
Those who love truly
Cheaters
Those who doesn't love truly
There are times a keeper
Becomes a cheater
A broken heart perhaps
The one who broke it laughs.
There are times a cheater
Becomes a keeper
A loved heart perhaps
The one who seized it claps.
There are times a person
Can be both
A keeper, as well as a cheater
I don't know if I should loathe.
There are times a person
Can be neither
Not a keeper, nor a cheater
Maybe there's no one to love either.
Love is a game to me
It is what I see
Either you win or lose
It blooms like a rose; It's thorns so close.
YOU ARE READING
My Feelings
PoetryExperiences Trials Challenges Problems Their all hindrances in my life As much as I gravelly admit it I'm also HUMAN I, like everybody does, have feelings too.
