Somewhere amongst the shadows
cast by this gentle evening,
memories of you
play hide and seek with me.
Somehow between finding me
and building us,
You were lost.
Someplace our sins
will become our virtue
our lies, our truth.
Sometimes the sweetest honey
is yet to be tasted.
2 comments:
love this, especially the visual of hide and seek.
Thanks so much. Means a lot to me x
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