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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.
