Seasons Secrets

September 18, 2014

Do you see me

Because as the sky turns blue

And the wind stirs hot

You say nothing.

But your eyes whisper sweet loves .

The distance

Somehow so much,

But you are right in front of me.

Our little secret .

We must keep it.

The wind howls coldly

But our love will not blow away.

So easy to touch,

But so wrong to feel.

This is a dangerous game to play,

Because the leaves are dying

But our love is still flying

With the birds to find warmth.

The snow is sticking.

We can't stop

Taking caution with the blocks of Jenga.

No one can know

Of our secrets written in the

Snow,

Turn the keys of our lips

Our love continues to bloom.

To keep them quite,

Seal it with the buss

Of a rose.

It shall never be known

Of our lustful adventures

Of the eye.

To the soul

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Cloud91218Dec 13, 2014

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