To you, it was a game.
To me, it was for real.
Love? It was come and go by you. It was always the chase. You never wanted a serious one. You never committed. You never stay. It was as easy as 1, 2, 3. You don't go by any rules. You always play your game to your very best...
And here I was, thinking that what we had was for keeps.
Until reality slaps me hard.
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Memories
PoetryFriendship... love... broken hearts... dreams... emotions... New beginnings... reality... A compilation of words that never had the chance to say, never had the chance to hear. Stories behind a couple of short phrases and words that mean a whole lot...
