A love game
Some people don’t get it,
They discard you one day but with others they don’t quit,
They play with your heart,
Tare you apart,
As they mess with your head,
While you cry tears in bed,
It’s like high school of over again,
The like you one day and then,
They find someone new someone they think it’s prettier,
Someone popular someone wittier,
And that’s their game,
And they think all girls are
The same,
But the aim for the weak,
It’s a hunting game they seek.
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