We stood under the surface,
Brushed past by the moonlight
"What is this place?"
With a slight chuckle asked I.

You smiled gently and touched,
My hand and gripped it tight,
"This is where we become ourselves,"
You said with hope shining bright.

I held my hand in yours,
Maybe we've finally reached there
Where no one will find us,
Just the pale slivers, reflecting on me...and her

That's when the land broke apart,
And sun had risen again
Oh why must you go away, love?
Why must you just be my friend?

-Why do we have to hide?

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