THE ONE PLACE

They all called it the secret lovers gate,
We called it the beautiful gate,
Constant reminder of the decaying of trust,
Like a secret gate left to rust.
Giving us reasons to avoid secrets.

They all saw a thick unkept bush,
We saw a get away venue.
It was our favorite spot,
Our happy place.
For where they neglected as saturated base,
Was our breathing space.

All they heard was whispers,
Yet we poured our hearts,
Wrote love letters,
Recited love poems,
Predicted the future,
Appreciated the present ,
And learnt from the past.


Sounds of crickets annoyed them,
Yet it gave our reality background music.
In perfect harmony with the swinging twigs
And the birds singing love songs to each other ,
We would make memories ,
That make our blood boil anytime they flash.
Coz our secret hideout,
Was the one place
That every wrong thing felt right
And every right thing felt perfect.

By favor khaoya



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