Sharing Secrets
with this girl.
I can’t help but look,
with eyes staring up
there’s music inside her
I simply wish to listen
especially on a day
exactly like today
where everyone
is wishing you luck.
Smoking in the garden
we hold hands
both of us
eagerly looking
through a dirty magazine.
Tell me again,
about that dream-like state
you found yourself in
the night you fell in love.
Close and quiet whispers
no one knows
we’re out here alone
naked under
moonlit stars.
It’s the visual
of how you make love
to me
that has me so drawn.
I can’t tell anymore
when the sun sets
and our night-sessions start.
Secrets coming
from the girl
who set this up
lips to lips
my love.
A kiss on the forehead
the music in you
playing piano at night
in the backseat
I know I’m fucked up,
no one needs to know
just how much
your secrets
mean to me.
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