Category : Poems

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We tiptoe through the night,
Like we don't dare wake the sun,
For what would it have to say,
Of our two heartbeats on the run?
Only the sweet embrace of darkness,
Can know our need to get away,
As it slips put of existence,
As the start of everyday,
So we keep keep voices to whispers,
Last we rise it from it's slumber,
As we share the kind of secrets,
That the daylight makes us keep,
And there is something in the stars,
That has us hold onto our trust,
As though just for these three midnight hours,
The whole world belongs to us,
But to soon the moon is setting,
And the east gives birth to light,
Casting shadows on our friendship,
We created with the night,
Until it is only fraying memories,
That are left keeping us warm,
And we are forced to face the fact,
We cannot outrun the dawn.