You are my best kept secret

You can cross the line whenever you want to

Let’s bypass the bullshit


The silent or the comeback queen
The child or the adult
The gentle or the ice queen
The prim, the proper
Or the one with the evil grin. 
Maybe the poet or the smart mouth.
The on point and the vague.
Or the shades of white, black and grey with a glimpse of a vibrant rays.
The sunshine or the gloom,
Perhaps, even the stars and the moon.

Constantly fighting, occupying and breathing  one room.