How do I...
Where do I begin
Am I
Your sweet mocha chocolate
Kept secret
In a guarded place
No one else sees
No one else knows
About me...only you...when you feel free
Am I
Your sentiment, your refrain
Kept hidden
Cloaked, concealed
So it may not reveal
That I
May
Yet be
the iron gate, still attached
To the brick wall of your soul
Rusted, but not disconnected
You stand,
With your hands
Frozen, in time
On the outside, you mask
You make-believe
keeping the panoptic view
As a deceptive quandary
For those closest to you
Am I
Your
Stolen, last bit of frosting
On your fingertip
You don't let go...to waste
In fact,
With no eyes watching
You steal away and dip again
...Am I...
...Your enigma...
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