• An arrow gets aimed.
    There is no target.
    I feel so ashamed.
    Flying through the air.
    Like normal I take the blame.
    Struck by something.
    I no longer feel the same.
    Then I see you

    (The begging of the game)
    Butterflies take up space.
    As I hear your name.
    You take glances in my direction
    Now here you came
    Now for the introduction
    Some thing had overcame
    Starting to stammer out words
    You were doing the same
    Then you asked
    “Y- you want to play a game?”
    Confused I asked
    “w- what’s the name o- of it?”

    He flushes red and says
    “The name of the game is…”
    I waited, heart racing
    He continues “..Love”
    Heart skips a beat
    I flush red too and say
    “Please?”