Phone vibrates Heart races Wish I could answer Yet relish the excuse not to Is it him? I secretly hope But tell myself I don’t I take a peek My knight in shining armor For now undercover Can I let go of everything I know? All I’ve been trying to hold onto For so long. I need to release it Can’t forever keep this secret Trying to hide how we feel We belong to others still But this love is just too real Anticipation of word from you Consumed by nerves, Hidden email and phone Just want to let it all go And run into your affirming arms To forever stay and grow
A familiar senstion... the fearful longing for the forbidden fruit.. the thrill of the secret liaison... the rush of the one who makes the feelings flow...
Love is one thing that cannot be hidden, it can always be seen through our eyes, somebody just needs to look deeper. Keeping it as a secret is really hard, it can only last for a while.
Great writing.
this a "modern piece" about current times. I remember a time before there were cell phones. We sent letters through the mail. You had longer to think and respond. It was good in a way, but bad in another way. I like the write. I have experienced this and know all these emotions well. You really captured the feel of it quite well. good job!
Oh my, what to say to this. The words flow so naturally but that longing seems so sadly desperate .. whether fact or fiction, this poem rings reality and the need to change direction. ' .. Consumed by nerves, ~ Hidden email and phone ~
Just want to let it all go ~ And run into your affirming arms ~ To forever stay and grow'
I am curious if this is how my ex husband felt while he was having his affair. I have always wanted to ask him what it was like to sneak around, if it was the rush or anticipation of getting caught, I might actually have to ask him. Just remember, in your joy, there is someone else being hurt.
This makes me wonder why we have secret love when it makes us feel this good, why not share it? Oh that's why people on the outside never understand it. This was a fun read and one of hope of true love. Nicely done.
I enjoy writing poetry, usually just what comes to me. I write for me, it's like just something that I need to get out. Whatever hits me at the moment I start jotting down, on sticky notes, napkins.... more..