Trying To Hide A Fire In The Dark

Trying To Hide A Fire In The Dark short poem

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Well and what is it I see in your eyes…
Is it love or is it desire…
What is it that keeps us from giving?
Into the fire, is it the fear of getting?
What you want then not wanting it
Anymore…well how long can we walk
These real high wires, how long can we
Go on playing this game…we aren’t
Children anymore so isn’t it about
Time to say just what’s on our
Minds…well they say the truth will
Set you free and this has been
Going on so long I doubt anything
Could possibly change…you’ve
Always had my heart and in my
Secret fantasy you just seem to
Fit the part, ‘cuz every time our eyes
Meet it’s like trying to hide a Fire
In The Dark…every time, every time
The keeper of time finds us here
Again and again, it’s Like Trying To
Hide a Fire in the Dark…A Fire
In The Dark!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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