Sowing secrets

It’s in those lovely lies you told so well.

It’s in gently ways you made me believe.

It’s in the wasted worry I spent on truth.

My needful flame casting shadows of doubt.

Always left me holding a candle in the snow.

Curse of sowing secrets was on our love’s season.

Now in spring I reap a cold winter’s slow starving.

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