you open the secret place
to let a stranger in
you knew when you saw his face
it was a game you couldn't win
but you tried
and you'll die trying
love is never fair
but you cried
and you'll die crying
love is never there
you'll pick up the broken pieces
your heart will slowly heal
then go out and face the world
someone else's heart you'll steal
but you sighed
and you'll die sighing
love is never fair
but you lied
and you'll die lying
love is never there
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love truly is a game of chance. Funny how so many decide to play over and over again....