The Game

We are fools
Who won't admit
We daydream of the perfect love
And sit
Missing instructions
By questions
We submit;
Where are they,
Or do they even exist?

We daydream
Of introductions
With a kiss
That lead to scenes

Of sorrow and bliss

Catching ourselves
Pining in this abyss
We shake our heads

Abruptly

Pretending to

Forget
(In reality never fools to commit)