Poetry

A Secret Life

And we were bound to a secret life.
We kissed behind closed doors.
Stayed up the nights telling each other metaphors and rhymes.
Telling each other stories of the innocent children we once were.

And we were bound to a secret life.
Where we stripped off our clothes and let them fall on the porcelain floor.
Our hearts craved the passion and lust.
Our skin was dying to be caressed and touched and our bodies were dying to collide and become one.

And so we hid and created the life we built inside our twisted minds.
We were bound to a secret life.
It felt like heaven and paradise.
It felt right and nice.

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