Love Is A Losing Game

Under the Pisces moon, where dreams often weep,
Love's a losing game, in shadows we creep.
Stars whisper secrets, the ocean's deep sigh,
Reflecting our hearts as they falter and fly.

Tides pull us closer, then cast us away,
In the dance of illusion, night turns to day.
Softly we linger, in the pale lunar glow,
Chasing the whispers of love's fleeting show.

Eyes meet in silence, a touch out of tune,
Caught in the spell of the wistful Pisces moon.
Waves crash with sorrow, their whispers of fate,
In this game of love, where we learn to wait.

Hearts are the gamblers, risking it all,
In the silent night, we rise and we fall.
Under the moonlight, where fantasies bloom,
Love is a losing game, lost in the gloom.

Yet still we wander, beneath the star's gleam,
Holding to fragments of a beautiful dream.
In the tides of emotion, forever marooned,
Love’s bittersweet dance, under the Pisces moon.

-ji 7/23/2024