Hello sweetheart,
Today looks good on you,
Maybe that’s how yesterday was,
And I hope tomorrow stays good to you.
Anyway, we need to talk,
About a special game,
One that I’ve grown to love,
This game, the game of love.
This game without rules,
The game without limits,
The game without policies,
The game of hearts,
One without attachments,
One without breaks,
One without clauses,
Just one harmless game,
As harmless as the last.
In which I say I love you,
And you say you do too,
In which you say you miss me,
And I say I do too,
In which you ask what next,
And I say whichever comes first,
In which you say you need me,
And I definitely say I do too.
In which I make a bet,
And you never get to win,
In which you call the shots,
And I get to comply,
In which I spell dares,
While you do the truths.
In which we mount the highs,
And valet the extreme lows,
Where the oranges are ripe,
And the bananas so hard,
Where the iron trays split,
And the slick cream pours,
In which you scream at me,
For getting hit by the nail,
But I swear I didn’t intend to,
The hammer was just so fast.
In which the transparent clouds gather,
And the skies constrict,
In which we get rained on,
By the beautiful warm white rains.
Like the last time sweetheart,
The rocks are just as harmless,
Because whatever happens,
The rocks can’t ever sink,
After all, the valley is small.
So let the game begin,
Or maybe it’s a painting session,
In which case, sweetheart,
Let’s make art baby.
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