love is funny.
it seems to favor
some over others,
and it shines most
during the summer.
when the sun’s out,
everyone’s found a
special person they
hold close to them,
cuddle and a kiss,
laying in the grass,
it’s complete bliss,
and let’s not forget
when the night falls,
the air feels different,
the music plays as
the two of you lay,
and it’s pure magic.
but it’s tragic, when
the moment passes,
no more candles lit,
the love fades away
as they blend into
the masses, and
you’re just asking
for some padding
but what you had
is gone, didn’t last.
suddenly, you lose,
didn’t think it would
ever defuse, but all
of the wrong moves
happened to be used.
and as i watch you
run off with another,
someone stronger,
far better than i’d
ever think i could be,
i just stare and wish
that person was me.
almost feels like i’ll
never find a human
as beautiful as you,
shocked but it’s true.
guess it’s kinda funny,
the games love plays,
funny for others but
not so much for me.
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