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Whispered Confessions

What I consider night may be day to you
I am the night and you are the day
and we can never be together
You start each day with your light that shines with hope,
I end it with the darkness that hides one’s doom
Every day I wait for the sun to rise and set
For those are the only times we meet
But I'm hoping that maybe one day
or one of these nights
Maybe if I tell the world how I feel about you,
Do you think the world will let us be together?
or maybe if we are real quiet the world will forget about us
And we could be together
There will be no more need
for whispered confessions
of midnight secrets,
no more tears
and a shed like cold rain
When that day comes,
there will be no distance between us
I sincerely hope there will be a room for you and me,
nothing but skin.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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