The Secret

Thu, 11/28/2013 - 23:22 -- Anaid17

A mist that surrounds two and others don't see.

The memory that lives in there minds,

yet won't seek light.

Those thoughts of passion and adrenaline that are 

too strong to keep,

but not even the smallest opening of the soul could speak.

Their lips were stitched together with a promise

and their eyes were locked with a pact,

form which they swore never to betray

and that only the four walls 

would remember that day.

 

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