Loving You Was A Losing Game

I played my heart, a risky bet, On promises not spoken yet, With every glance, I saw the flame, But loving you was a losing game. I built my hopes on fragile sand, Reaching out for your distant hand, Yet every touch felt not the same, For loving you was a losing game. The cards were stacked, the dice were rolled, Yet in your eyes, I grew so cold, Chasing dreams without a name, For loving you was a losing game. Now echoes of what could have been, Whisper softly in the wind, A silent tear, a fading claim— Loving you was a losing game.