Tiptoe across creaking stepping stones
Quiet is a privilege for the wicked
Taking the hidden route between empty walls
To meet the one with the ticket
Gone with no light to brighten the path
Nothing to help the young flee
To see the love the other half
Of a woman who had never been free
What gossip would ensue if others knew
Of the two lovers little rendezvous
Gone would be their hideaway
But no pensive worry would come to pass
When all that matters is a love that would last
In a time of medieval gain
Thank you all for reading! Let me know you thoughts in the comments.
-Till next time!
The Book Raven 
YOU SHOULD WRITE MORE, GURL. YOU WRITE BEAUTIFULLY. ❤❤
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THANK YOU!!!! That means a lot to me! Especially since writing is what I wish to pursue in life. I’m happy that you enjoy it! ❤️
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Lovely writing! I especially liked the line “Quiet is a privilege for the wicked”. 🙂
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Thank you!!! I appreciate that! It means a lot to me that you enjoyed my writing! 😊❤️
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This is beautifully gorgeous and aMAzing! I love the sweet, lilting tone that it has, and the message is absolutely enchanting. Fabulous!
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Thank you! I love how you describe the poem, I like the thought of my poem having a lilting tone I hadn’t thought of it that way myself! It means a lot to me that you enjoyed it! 😊
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Hahaha absolutely! XD
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