On the playin feild of luv awaits pain. Watchin the moments enjoyed n figurin out how to take its gain. Its a game played out with the innoscence at stake. For the heart is only the emotions bait. Once felt n luv'd in a way tomorrow neva has to come. The betrayed feelins r force to questions of one. Battlin on the plain of luvs begginin the truth is patient. For time is its enemy n hate is its replacment. Torchered when captured by the hands that promise to neva hurt. Defeat settles in as the ache takes control n u know ur worth. Spoken in the rage of war of a thousand words misused. Verbal slang slings straight through what was so true. Killin intention that made relations so great. One gave n slipped n fell into a lil thing called fate. Takin all it wants for selfishness exists. Leavin the situation empty on the battlefeild with clinched fists. Of what was suppose to the best eva n feelin beatin without reason. One will sit alone lost in memories dreamin.
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