You told me of countless promises I shouldn’t hear.
Your articulate words sounded like music to my ear.
This longing in your presence keeps on flourishing.
After all it’s the result of your saccharine interim.
Let me look away so I can stow away my feelings.
Let me hold my breath to conceal my existence.
This burning fire inside me I can’t control any longer.
In your presence, it had grown stronger.
If I can allow myself enough courage to confess,
You might uncover the hidden skeletons in the closet.
But there are sentiments best kept hidden.
So let me stay here in the labyrinth of self-restraint.
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