Invisible Ink

We don't hold hands when the streetlights shine. I walk a step ahead,

you walk behind. A secret language in a crowded room, a flower blooming

in the winter bloom. Nobody knows what I know about you.

The shade of your eyes and the things that we do. We're writing our

story in invisible ink. Afraid of what the neighbors might think.

But under the surface, the letters are gold. The greatest story

that never was told. Read between the lines, darling,

read my soul. Written in invisible ink. They ask who I'm seeing,