Loving you, a game where losses prevail,
You were my end game, in love's tender tale.
This heart, once full, now a vacant sail,
Blank space, a void, in emotions' trail.
A losing game, where heartache's the prize,
You were my end game, where love's truth lies.
Empty echoes now in heart's quiet skies,
Blank space, a canvas where love's light dies.
In this arena of love, a game played in vain,
You were my end game, a bittersweet chain.
A heart once aflame, now drenched in pain,
Blank space it becomes, where dreams wane.
-Snowflake-
