Holding onto love
Like holding out for luck
It's just an ideal
With a certain appeal
Love isn't real
Just an excuse to steal
Someone's heart
Tear them apart
From the cavity
In their chest
They say it is the best
It's just a test
Just to see
How perfect you can be
To see how you fit into
His family
Her family
Whatever the case may be
I think it's great
To have someone
With whom you can relate
For some of us it is too late
To celebrate
To initiate and infiltrate
Something you have to inflate
And if there is a single hole
You won't achieve your goal
As useless as
A broken plate
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