Roaching
In shadows, secrets silently we keep,
Roaching, hidden hearts in shadows deep.
A dance of secrecy, a delicate art,
Concealing love, but breaking no heart.
In whispers, we maintain this charade,
Multiple paths, in darkness we evade.
A web of tangled threads we weave so tight,
Roaching in the night, love's hidden flight.
With veiled intentions, our hearts we guard,
A clandestine romance, oh so hard.
But in the end, truth's light will find its way,
Unraveling the roaching, come what may.
Copyright © James Mclain | Year Posted 2023
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