Let’s play a game, shall we?
Let’s forget who we are for a moment and wear another’s shoes;
Let’s pretend I’m Miss Perfect and you are Mr. Right;
That you can hear my heartbeat and I can read your mind;
Let’s pretend this dance floor is our life together;
And find out how well we flow.
Steps and thoughts in sync;
No misstep, flawless chemistry;
Every spin, glide and move can be decided in a second by a look;
Aren’t we perfect for each other?
If only life was just like dancing;
We could break all the rules and still ace it.
But every song comes to an end at a point and so does our dance;
Even Cinderella’s magical night out had a deadline;
Let’s lay down our masks and get back to reality;
With fond memories to ponder over;
And no regrets about why it couldn’t work out;
We both admit that the masks will come off no matter how long we keep them on.
© Josephine Amoako 2016