It was just a game we played. Alas, no more :)

Little games.
With little intentions.
Little infatuations,
Little inventions...
of need
and want
and rescue
foreboding sweet detention.

We never said a word
Never admitted
The joker hint giver,
was soon omitted.
Lost a little,
But gained some more.
The games we played
In shreds...
On the floor.

A fickle pleasure.
An indulged heart.
This something more than an innocent leisure...
Or a small theatre part..

We do not wonder,
But dream aimlessly yonder
High on the feeling
Of freedom.
Dreary.
Drugged and patient and happy without sin
A cloudy instance, before the storm comes in.

And soon a step further
Brings a dangerous threat
Where love could turn to hate
Where care could easily fret
Where one wrong turn
Could spiral you down.
This test of time
Will test you and your faith...
And whether you’ll die or you’ll drown.

But come all you weary
Who have ridden this road
If you still survive and hath not lost but betrothed,
My respects to you for your claims to love is true.
My respects to you,
Carry on and say once more;
“I’m in love you.”