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Sreeyaa May 2020
My traitorous heartbeat,
just won't slow down,
tryin' to be discreet ,
with my fallen crown.
K Balachandran May 2018
still is the night air,
scent of new blooms says something;
all dark, moves discreet!
ebony rosa white Apr 2016
tell me your fears
tell me the reasons for each of your tears

tell me your secrets
remove the mask that you wear with discreet snippets

show me your flaws, open your doors
I want to show you that I'll always adore

tell me the things that make you resent
humanity, tell me what came and what went, tell me what you received and what you sent

tell me love, tell it to me as a cure
if you can't, show me something pure, you've already drawn me into your allure

tell me at Christmas and tell me on Monday
open your arms and I promise to lay
open your heart and I promise to stay

tell me if this is really what you feel, tell me a secret and my lips will seal
only to open when they touch yours
give me clear pictures and tell me what's real
Husband and Wife! yes, that term sounds nice.
When they tie that knot with gold.
Two will live as one, this path has just begun.
Together until they both grow old.

In this lifetime dance, sharing their romance.
Will things always go their way.
Errors can slip in, create a family sin.
That makes this connection sway.

He might go astray, and his wife betray.
And the odds are this won't go.
Far to making them want to try again
But many others may not know.

From an outside eye love will never die.
They were made to live as one.
Rather a theatrical play, than give the game away.
The deception has begun.

For a child's grace they create a face.
That is happy and sublime.
But they drift apart, both have lost the heart.
And just seek to bide their time.

For it will doubtless be when it's not us but me.
And for freedom they will aim.
No more having to distract with this farcical act.
Finally ending loves spun game.

Should it go on so late, when love does turn to hate.
Is it not better to just leave
For trying to be discreet can be so bitter sweet.
Like a web that spiders weave.

Better to live a truth than to try and prove.
To those who are outside.
Of this marriage bed where these hearts have bled.
Just for the sake of pride.
24th October 2014

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