Reaches a time when this game sucks
Realisation dawns upon us that it is infatuation
Nothing more but a mutual feeling
A point that we give up
Never wanting to look forward
Because our wells are so dry
Soon they are refilled
With nothing but hate
In turn hardens our hearts
Never willing to give another chance
Simply because we can't trust our hearts
When we learn to let our minds do the choosing
And completely ignore our hearts
No matter the billion pulses it sends
Yeah! It fades away!
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like a smoke it can be so intense at once but slowly disappear...so the infatuation is