You told me a secret, one that I knew,
and our embraces tightened; the truth was our glue.
I drew on your cheeks with my finger,
a note of love, which I hoped would linger.
The giggles and laughs,
stifled by the glass, echoed in sweet surrender;
who could have said it was not forever
when the kiss-stamps of possession
took a momentary digression -
the door broke open and the lights barged on
as the pretender to your heart,
stood there aghast.
2 comments:
who is this in reference to??
you...whoever you are?
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