Here we lie, counting stars and seeing your sleepy eyes, looking tired. Here comes a thought, questioning whether it is all worth the wait… worth the risk.
Stares and glares, whenever my skin touches yours, with whispers and murmurs giving a slight push of two steps back, back into our own closet.
We stand here, camouflaged, trying to blend in with everybody else inside the room, masked.
In the realm of forbidden love, the heart becomes a rebel, it may. It will be us against the world.
Your head lies down on my chest, hearts pounding with what they might see, but what matters is that you could be with me, even if it was behind closed doors.
