
We try to hold on
To what we think
Are our secrets
So, we bury them
With everything
That we can
But with time
It unearths to see
The lights that make it
Come back alive
Wanting to unravel
Alex
We try to hold on
To what we think
Are our secrets
So, we bury them
With everything
That we can
But with time
It unearths to see
The lights that make it
Come back alive
Wanting to unravel
Alex
That’s true, secrets never remain hidden. Beautiful poem!
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