The REAL Heartless Game

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velvetpie
velvetpie
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Forget about the heartless game,
Those who practice know its shame,
They speak of love but never show,
What only the truest of hearts should know.

She made a promise that turned to lie,
And stabbed you, leaving you to die,
She said she was your truest friend,
Her words were just the means to the end.

Know in your heart you were saved this day
Though it might not seem that way.
You escaped a man who believed you not
And got rid of a woman who was just a harlot.

For a man who loves would not heed the snake
Would not listen to her lies, would know they were fake,
He would plumb the depths of the love he vowed,
Would cling to his woman, would ignore the crowd.

Such a man is not worth your heart,
Glad you will be at this early part,
Because down the road, his love would fade,
Her name on the top of the list that he's laid.

She will find that he is not true,
But she will never apologize to you,
Let her think that she's won some prize,
And laugh and toast as she wails and cries.

True love is bound at the deepest level,
With faith and fidelity in which you revel,
He's shown the truth in his heart of hearts,
And given you the wings for a brand new start.

Dear Liz, your heart may be breaking true
But realize just what she's done for you,
She's shown you that he was not worth your time,
And covered herself in untruthful slime.

Whatever they have, it will not last,
Her well-used pussy, it has its past,
And you will find one who loves your heart,
And cares for it gently, not tears it apart.

velvetpie
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