Love...
It is deceitful and hurtful
A web of lies
one that will take you on for a ride
that you can never prepare for
It will build you up
Just to tear you back down
and leave you nothing
But a broken image
of what you used to be
Promises
Only leave shattered dreams
and a trail of regrets
of what could have been
And what-ifs
It is a game
not meant for the faint-hearted
that will fill your mind
with make-believe
Nothing but smoke and mirrors
Nothing left to grasp
No hope, no faith
No respite from cruelty
For the world is a desolate place
For both lovers and dreamers
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