Morning Came Too Soon
A stolen night of forbidden love with my truest love
Morning Came Too Soon
Morning came too soon
a stolen night of love
soft words caught in the dark
touches that burned and healed
hands that told the truth
we could not speak
The world outside was waiting
we rose without a sound
eyes meeting one last time
our smiles already fading
as footsteps led us away
No one would ever know
how close we came to staying
how the night had felt like forever
yet morning came
and we had no choice
but to walk away
pretending it never happened
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
Very nice Maire, a stolen night. Reminds me of the first night I pent with one of my old girlfriends after a party at her house. 😉😉
Great work and so goes the ups and downs of new relationships and friendships.
Pretending it never happened is a powerful line reflecting human psychology, Marie.