Whisper and Walk Slowly

Don’t tell him our story. The time we once were. Don’t mention the moment we wrapped each other in our arms before. Don’t breathe a word about the time that we last spoke; in the corner of your bedroom after my parent’s marriage broke. Don’t let him know you’ve listened, or that after there were stolen kisses. Place a blindfold over our adventures. Put a muffle over love’s confessions.Don’t ever let him know our story. We shouldn’t have him worry.


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