Lovers and loosers are one and the same,
For to learn how to love, you must first play the game.
To own means to steal, and to hurt means to heal,
To cry means to know that the pain is still real.
To hold onto hope means your love will not die,
To still remain friends is a reason to try.
To feel all alone means to dream of a new love,
To smile in your sleep is a notion of true love.
To see no tomorrow, a love lost in vain,
Whilst anger, a reason for starting again.
A place in your heart is to never let go,
Forever an answer you never will know.
Each memory you have is a treasure to keep,
Mistakes that you make give you reason to weep.
To learn of your true love, a start to an end,
To love them forever, a message to send.
Each heartache hurts more as the pain stays for longer,
One more lesson learned to return again stronger.
Let life move along, and bring all that we learn,
So strange how so willing we seem to return.
Yet all you have seen, and the people you've know,
The losses endured and the love that you've shown,
The greatest of lessons are pity and pride,
The answers found deep in a sadness inside.
So lovers and loosers will always be one,
A new love in blossom,a romance undone.
One thing is for sure, that the road will be long,
Dreams turn to nightmares, and choices be wrong.
As life catches up and we start to fear dying,
Be lover or looser, we never quit trying.