Broken hearts.
We all just play ourselves
In the wild game of love.
Taking turns to secure hearts,
Making moves and winning hearts
It's only a matter of time..
To run out of moves,
Only a matter of time to come to the end of the game..
For surely you know it so,
For games are not eternal.
We should forgive ourselves
For the times we've let our hearts get won over..
For the times we've let our hearts
Take our feet blindly on hot coals.
But forgiveness doesn't come easy..
Forgiveness of self just as difficult.
So we let it have a share at the burn
And when it does,
It breaks into a thousand pieces
As we sit back and enjoy the ride
Or not, till it heals.
Offer no pity at your hearts!
For when it heals,
It takes a dramatic leap..
To another path of coals.
The heart they say "gets what it wants"
And there's no stopping it.
YOU ARE READING
Words.
LosoweLife gets dramatic, and the only way to keep up with that much drama is putting them into words. Who knows, maybe one day you'll read the scripts and enjoy it.
