Overused, meaningless.
Often confuse with lust.
Does love really exist?
Or is it an illusion created from the mind.
Young love.
Is it possible?
Or is one too immature to seek the truth.
Love is a game.
And we are mearly the players.
Chosen to play by choice, or not.
You can never run from love.
It will always detect you.
You fall hard and fast.
With one fear inside.
The fear that you're heart will once again be broken.
The fear of rejection.
Maybe, just maybe you aren't good enough.
Or are you?
This you'll never know.
Love is a game, a game that never ends.