Whispers in the heated moments of their flourished lives, together.
Loving gestures, from one to another, and forever.
Their love travels in the air, the feelings of a blossoming love affair.
If one or the other had a plan, they would not be sneaking around.
So what have they decided, to take this to another town.
Nobody could know of their selfishness.
Nobody could see how this can be a mess.
Their need to be in each others arms.
Is bringing them more harm.
Somewhere, along the way of satisfaction.
Somewhere, there has to be some action.
Countless, times, somebody could of seen.
They were not being careful anymore, if anything sneaking went from being careful to being mean.
When push comes to shove, somebody will pay the price.
This is how they all played the game, when did love ever become so nice?
©terrylin53
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