There is no luck, pray yourself
to the one, this is a playground
of hearts, souls get crucified,
we still bleed from love scars,
we've found reasons to reason
with it's chaotic parts, entangled
our lips with graveyards, the script
of love has too much foul, it's a house-
of ruins and fake smile, we all exist
as pawns in this game of tricks and lies,
girls act satisfied; find fault in love, cheat
and find reasons not to condemn their evil minds,
it all begins with pretending like you are-
enjoying the ride; the red roses and blue violets,
the kisses companied by chocolates,
they've learned in love to be articulate,
find good guys desperate, this a page-
with chapters of men googling
for ways not to act out of hurt.
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I too watered you with love
So that you may forever be a pretty flower,
but here I stand writing poetry in the darkest hour,
little did I knew maybe the true definition of love
is using each other.