Saturday 25 April 2015

Notebook, 1990


I have a secret words
will never find,
images I tucked
away.

I once heard a voice.
It beckoned me,
singing,
tell me your secrets,
your hopes and fears
and jealousies.
I whispered back in the
safest voice I could
reveal,
my dreams mean nothing
to you.

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