Proceed With Caution
Why is the night sky
More flattering than the day?
Is it because bruises are kept secret,
While harsh tongues become silent?
It seems that lovers kiss at night,
Concealing and holding back their inner might.
While friends kiss in the morning,
Reveal, bare all that they are doing.
It seems night was made for the meek,
The bold unafraid to show they’re weak.
In the broad daylight sun,
When the day’s barely begun.
(c) 2010 Belle
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