When time passes,
When feelings flow,
When love becomes your worst foe.
You then realize that the two player game,
Slowly becomes a one player game,
Things suddenly becomes so lame.
Your jokes, laughter and futile attempts,
Smashed pieces of a heart,
Left as small small shards,
On the floor to be picked up,
Put together with some luck.
Only as fragile as it is to be,
We prepare ourself for another beat,
Ready for another go in the second round,
The game that we all must play to again get knockdown’d
For every time the heart crashes to the ground,
The more beautiful a love story it might sound,
As an ideally poem of love which can never be true,
Cause the only one in love is me, …not you.