Beyond the Game

Sweet words whispered, promises like rain, A player's charm, a heart-aching strain. Believe the lies, and you'll surely be played, Love's real embrace forever delayed.

Doubt's whispers shunned, a game you can't win, Head spun with dreams, a love locked within. Those who warn you, a nuisance they seem, Blind to the truth, lost in a love's dream.

All for nothing, a lonely goodbye, Empty promises, a teardrop-stained eye. The "why" lingers, a haunting refrain, Lost in the game, love turned to pain.

With every beat, a love you imbue, A puppet on strings, a perfect you. Their whispered future, a castle of sand, Words like quicksilver, slip through your hand.

They'll vanish in mist, leaving you alone, A game well played, to a heart of stone. "Don't hate the player," they'll coldly proclaim, Leaving you broken, whispering your own name.

But listen closely, a truth to behold, Don't fear the risk, a story untold. Love with courage, with eyes open wide, For true connection, deep inside.

Maybe, just maybe, luck will befriend, And you'll play the game, with love without end. But heed this warning, etched clear and bright, Don't fall for shadows, seek a love's true light.