Selfish little moments, Secrets that we keep, Tucked away and out of sight, Far too many prying eyes– I’m sure they all mean well, But we’d rather just be Right here, lost in the moment, It’s just you and me.
What they don’t know won’t hurt them, But it might just hurt us if they do, The walls around us all have ears, So I’d whisper my love to you, Write it in letters only you could read, In languages the world won’t know, Paint it in pictures only you can see, The rest of the world could only hope.
Little games we play, Hiding while they seek, The world could melt away And right here we’ll be, Somewhere nice and quaint, In a little cottage we once built, Hidden away by the trees, Over by those green hills.
What they don’t know won’t hurt them, But I’d rather not risk this peace, Only broken by our voices in love, The birds, the wind rustling leaves; What a pretty picture that would paint! It’s one I’d forever keep, Hung on the walls of our little secret, Somewhere it’s just you and me.
I’ve been obsessed with the idea of something that is just between two people, lately. The rest of the world could be speculating all they want, but I’ve always believed that letting too many people in on something you cherish just ruins it. This isn’t something that I have for myself, but I would very much like to, someday. So it seemed like a fun idea to write down in a poem as a not-so-secret way to manifest some of that in my life. Just kidding! Or maybe not. Yours truly, The Shubhster. Xx
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