Love was a game for me when I was just a lost soul
A rebel a greedy woman that craves love.
I let humans get fooled for the words I say
They seek for this emotion.
One day a woman told the girl
That she became a virtuoso in the game of hearts
She was struck by lightning
It was not her
It was a different persona.
How did she end up like this.
Two women
One that likes to play with fire
The other that craves true love.
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Thoughts Within The End
PoetryIn the world full of thoughts of all us know that we want something to say in the end.
