Mission: Impossible

No one told me it's impossible

To win in the game of love.

It is fun while it lasts

Until everything you've gained

Reverts back to what you were

Once dreaming of.

A word is a sound or a pawn

Composed of characters haphazardly formed

Meaning much less than all the heady embraces

And tempests of passion that stormed.

I'll settle for idle stimulation

Less subtly felt than unreliable emotion

And sketchy sentiments that melt

Like plastic play pieces

In the candle flame of untended devotion.

I'll neglect all strategy

And lower on my ledger

The priorities I once revered.

It won't be a loss to mindlessly play

When my heart had been from my love severed.

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