Sweet talks,
Late night walks,
Childish pokes,
and my heart got broke.

He destroyed my zone,
And now I'm all alone.
I know it was just a game,
but I played so lame.

He's a pro gamer,
and I, I'm just a beginner.
We played feelings for fun,
but I end up thinking how to run.

I thought I can win this time,
but my heart refuses to rhyme.
I'm aware about the ending,
and fear is a word to describe my feelings.

The game lasted for three days,
the ending didn't change.
He won, I lost.
I'm sure for him I never had any cost.

He kissed my forehead down to my chicks,
but I stopped him before he touch my lips.
I can't give up my first kiss,
for someone that I'm going to miss.

This is not a story of a Princess,
it's not appropriate to seal it up with an ending kiss.
For he was never mine,
because we just played for fun.

Make no mistake, choose what is right
This heart of stone or that of a marshmallow
This unclear path or that of the lighted, which to follow
Make your choice and put up a fight
Either you hold on tight or just let go

The clock is ticking and so is this heart
Take your time but be quick
Walk to the finish line but run to where you start
Make your choice, take a pick

But before you choose, always remember:
Open this stone you'll realize the sincerity it promises
Risk to the unclear you'll see adventure that's endless
Make your choice, it's one way or another
Either you hold on or let go
But all I ask is that you'd let me know.

*a. gale