Hide And Seek

Love Poems

What makes a rose to bloom?

With petals, covering one by one,

as if hiding from one another,

but brushing each other's skin.

Why does the moon come out?

only to disappear again,

teasing us with it's brightness,

playing with the clouds, beneath.

What makes our hearts to flutter,

at the sound of his voice,

only to vanish in thin air,

and we are left in wanderment.

Hide and seek, a game I knew.

A favorite game, you and I would play,

but it never accured to me,

that one day, it can be deadly.

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I'd much rather play peek-a-boo".