Love hurts the most
When it means the least:
To love someone who will never return
the love you hold for them
when will I ever learn,
my heart never wins

Love laughs from an unknown place
Observing the game in its finest state:
Destroying lives,
masking emotions

Love tosses aside
voices, unheard in the shadows of its lies.
The choice to love is precarious:
Oh,to love another
or to love yourself.

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