A FOREVER SECRET
How personal can a poem be?
Relished in comfort—I didn't see
how I smiled with you in stolen time
while others make me write painful rhymes;
late-night calls with platonic laughter—
talked about secrets in soft whispers;
songs and favors exchanged in between
for more than strangers and less than flings.
The tightrope we own I treasure most,
I bared you the keys of doors I closed;
in a shameful dance or game of chance,
you are my outstanding confidante;
you stayed with me despite my disguise
in front of antagonizing eyes;
with the mind you keep and masks I have—
a wonder if you are my soul's half.
In this lifetime we tread, romance will wither,
but beyond, we had—will share warmth in winter.
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PoetryA collection of self-written poetry about the writer's experiences with love before The Muse's Pages.
