Happily Never After

When we were kids, The things we did were hidden under the grid. Young and naïve We never believe love could be so well hid But with regret, I’m willing to bet, And say the older we get, It gets harder to forgive, And then harder to forget. We build our hearts of plastic. Get cynical and sarcastic, Becoming lonely and spastic Then we’d love to feel love, but can’t stand the rejection, Hiding behind our fears as a form of protection, Longing for a chase to taste the kiss of affection, I thought I was close, but under further inspection, It shows I’m in the wrong direction, Struggling and running with no detection, I’d change if it’s not for the seduction. But then it’ll take a lot of medication, Just to suppress the intention of the painful detention. We all need love really, because it’s our way of reception.