Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Journal

You lashed words, scenes too morbid for public
Love that burns bright, and unabridged tomes
Speeches too emotional to be heard
And thoughts, unorthodox to be spared

In time, I was deeply loved
A secret too precious to be seen
Through time, I'd lay forgotten
Only to be laughed about when nostalgia conquers

News are only relevant when new. //

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