I wonder if you remember the darkroom
where the secret of you and I
so carefully, implicitly admitted
to each our loving affection.
You insisted about the dangers, but I
knew I was already falling.
You adamantly warned not to be foolish,
still nothing could keep you apart.
Acrostic.
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Amateur #NaPoWriMo 2015
PoetryAmateur poetry collection about amateurs in love (the broken hearts.) Brokenhearted Poetry #1 National Poetry Writing Month 2015