I thought love was a game,
Something to be played.
But I was wrong.
People do get hurt.
The conversations layed out in front of me
like cards to be picked,
Choose the wrong one
and your fate could be flipped
Love turned into a guessing game
As if trying to step around an erupting volcano
Love explodes
Love runs out
Love turns to war.
You used to love them with all their imperfections
And they loved you with yours
But with all the ash in the air
No one could see it clear.
Love has blinded me
And I can no longer
see the rules.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 9:03 PM UTC
I thought love was a game,
Something to be played.
But I was wrong.
People do get hurt.
The conversations layed out in front of me
like cards to be picked,
Choose the wrong one
and your fate could be flipped
Love turned into a guessing game
As if trying to step around an erupting volcano
Love explodes
Love runs out
Love turns to war.
You used to love them with all their imperfections
And they loved you with yours
But with all the ash in the air
No one could see it clear.
Love has blinded me
And I can no longer
see the rules.
