The Game of Love
The universe, can play some wicked games.
One day you'll meet the one and fall hopelessly in love.
Just for it to rip it away.
The butterflies and all the highs,
will lead to your ultimate demise.
Through the depths of despair
And a valley of lows;
your world will crash,
All around you.
Your heart will break,
And you soul will crumble.
But time will go on.
You know people say,
S...
Saturday 7th January 2017 11:37 am
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