Emotions swing around. The jungle gym of love is exercised, while caution is thrown into the sandbox. Beauty is lost as girls play double Dutch with their heart. Love is a lost art.
They jump to the conclusion of boys painting the illusions of playing hide and seek a man. We see-saw what we think we saw when the scene saw who we truly were when the musical chairs of passion, lust, and emotions tapped our shoulder.
The chain links swing. Sounds of perpetual motion swing our emotions of the pendulum. We move through pain in slow motion while we slide on their emotions.
Are you playing dead on the ground, or do you live to Love without the games you keep?