The Whisper

I wonder some times if you think of me

Of late nights intertwined in each other’s secrets

All our masks off and guards down.

The smell of you made me feel I was home.

The look in your eyes made me swear it was love.

That kind you read about in the classics.

That kind they sing about in oldies.

Walks in the soft purple rain holding hands.

Kisses that told me you were afraid of me.

I wanted to hear you whisper that you would miss me when I was gone.




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