Don’t worry my dear,

I’ll show you an emotion,

Never

Truly felt by anyone


Adults say it is forbidden,

Children over use it.

It is so commonly felt,

But so easily forgotten


The mouthwatering joy,

The fiery anger it ignites.

The finger-curling madness

It’s a beautiful passion


Angry and hurtful

Threats

Your brain beholds.

Feel this my dear.


It’ll feed on your soul,

It’ll turn your stomach.

It’ll feed on your attention

Let it free and see


You shall feel this emotion,

Once in a blue moon.

Rare, shall it be.

I bow to the power of hatred.

I saw the sun flow through his lies,

I saw the moon shine in his eyes.

Suddenly, every part of me knew,

That I fell victim to his game.

His precious yet hurtful game called love.


With a single glove resting on his hand,

He stole my heart, as if it were bootleg treasure.

I felt his squeeze on my heart, as if it were just sand.

He’d play me to no end, to no measure.

His precious yet hurtful game called love.


No one, no one could take me away from him,

But in the same instance everyone could save me.

Every night and day I prayed for his release on me,

But his love felt like a key, to my broken heart.

That he played with his precious yet hurtful game called love.


That love he possessed, was an evil love,

It wasn’t for just me, it was for everyone like me.

He held a million hearts in one hand,

He crushed them all like a bug.

His precious yet hurtful game called love.


Today this day, he confesses a love for me,

A love I have never understood.

I dare to tell him that I never loved him,

When I miss his game of love so dearly.
His precious yet hurtful game called love.

The hour has stricken,
He has been found.
No longer breathing,
Lying there wet as can be.
Soaked with the rivers kiss of death,

Facebook slowly starts to rise,
When I see rest in peace dear boy.
Nothing will be the same,
Two people in two months.
Soaked with the rivers kiss of death,

Slowly declining in breath,
My heart breaks in two.
It hurts to live right now,
Knowing you’ll never be back.
Soaked with the rivers kiss of death,

Wishing you could come back,
Wishing you knew I loved you.
I can’t find the one to blame,
So I blame myself.
I feel so bad, so sad.
Soaked with the rivers kiss of death,

A fire is no longer burning
Dying in the ashes of night.
A good soul is now dead,
Longing for a new light.
Rejected by life,
We see a good soul die.
Soaked with the rivers kiss of death,

The tears of mourners,
The screams of pain.
No controlling the feeling,
We go along with it.
Everyone in black,
No music to life.
Soaked with the rivers kiss of death,

They now bury him,
Mothers fall to their knees,
Sisters stay home and bleed,
Brothers get into fights.
Fathers grieve silently,
Isn't life grand?
Soaked with the rivers kiss of death

He is gone,
Sadly Never to return,
But only in faith,
Prayers so soft and sweet.
Soaked with the rivers kiss of death,

The kiss of the river so soft and sweet,
It sweeps you off your feet,
It makes you feel youth again,
Soaked, with the rivers kiss of death,

I saw the sun flow through his lies,
I saw the moon shine in his eyes.
Suddenly, every part of me knew,
That I fell victim to his game.
His precious yet hurtful game called love.

With a single glove resting on his hand,
He stole my heart, as if it were bootleg treasure.
I felt his squeeze on my heart, as if it were just sand.
He’d play me to no end, to no measure.
His precious yet hurtful game called love.

No one, no one could take me away from him,
But in the same instance everyone could save me.
Every night and day I prayed for his release on me,
But his love felt like a key, to my broken heart.
That he played with his precious yet hurtful game called love.

That love he possessed, was an evil love,
It wasn’t for just me, it was for everyone like me.
He held a million hearts in one hand,
He crushed them all like a bug.
His precious yet hurtful game called love.

Today this day, he confesses a love for me,
A love I have never understood.
I dare to tell him that I never loved him,
When I miss his game of love so dearly.
His precious yet hurtful game called love.