messy searcher

Hidden
where the sun cannot reach
..or so we must think
we kiss each other..
like a rose that lives to know it's dead

Hidden
it just has to be hidden
no matter what
it turns me on

We roam aimlessly in this world
searching for something..
tiny things, a look, a touch ..
something that we don´t know .
for me, it has to be..

Hidden
or so I must believe
I don´t want the light
but it´ll get me anyway
and my happiness will be gone
´cause I won´t have anything
anything that is...
Hidden

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