An unwritten rule about love

Sends scores to their death every year.

You can succumb to the feelings of the heart

But let us not forget

It is but an organ

That can die

Like the feelings

He swears he has for you.

A senseless reaction

Is a crime to behold

When we succumb

To matters

That in the end

Don’t matter so much

Anymore.

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