HavenStory

When life makes you scream, turn it into a melody.

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The Game

Tenderly they gaze
And as quick as the last embrace
They let go in fear
There could there be more
But who wants to know?
Who dares to go?
Might it be easier then… to forego

Yeah, she goes

The game is juicy
And he claims to lead
She’s so far ahead
Watch it, baby, lest you carelessly bleed

And on, he goes

Every now and again they slip
Into a rhythm so familiar and comforting
That neither wants to admit
So one clutching and the other gripping
This obvious connection they begin to omit

For now, on, they go

It’s a game he’s mastered
And as fun as it is for her too
It is his to lose
She will prove

And in the end they will their separate ways go
It was a game nonetheless
But both a true love let go

-haven

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