poem 2~
Love is a crime, all which is broken in time,which becomes harder to find, but is it worth the lies?
Are we crossing the line? Secrets to be told, hands to be hold,
and favors to be owed?
What is it we owe?
Tip toes!
No one can know! Hush hush!
You mustn’t rush! But soon they will know and all will be told.
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