Shadowed intentions drown,
the bright sunlight allowing
misery to be overcome with love,
but there is always a twist, a catch
that will wrench the heart and draw
tears from the spirit.
Monsters hide underneath beds,
never to show their faces,
but always to make us aware
of their presence, pressing
against our livelihood with claws
made of stolen lies.
They hide our secrets, our darkest desires
our deepest hopes, and our longing fires.
They overtake the love that overcame-
and we don't come away the same.
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