Clandestine - Poem by Didith Marcelo
Some people fell...
A love that is clandestine-care,
But then publicly jest around with a fibbing statement;
No one can get the real feeling,
But every one can guess 'what? '
Sometimes it is tethered in our hearts,
A secret that probably can back down someone's.
Most people gave their way trenchancy;
Asserting higher respect, than,
to buoy their feelings in crystal clear of lake...
No one wants to be like a boat;
to whom who does not have the paddle-heart for in return
or rather who can only join in a boat but unable to synchronize a drive
to paddle with, in a lake of love.
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