Poem -

Series of love (mistakes)

19-23

19
Everything good has to end.
But that means also everything bad will.

20
In the end, I learned nothing.
Same mistakes, same lies
don’t listen to my silent cries.

21
Same story repeating
      over and over
we all know how it ends
     in tears and no glory
nothing good will come from it
     same hell rising
you will lose all your friends
     we all know this story.

Burn down the bridges
     there’s nothing left
you’re manipulating love
     you’re holding too tight
playing the master in game
     being overpowered
always watching from above
     you’re losing your fight.

It will end as always
     there’s nothing you can do
travelling through hallways
     this will be your end of story.

22
Manipulating him
but she’s manipulated too
and there’s nothing
either of them could do.

23
Playing you like a flute
being gentle as wind.
Playing you like a song
dancing and singing
all night long.
Playing you like a fiend
sharpening behind your back
imagining where you’ll stand.
 

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