четвъртък, 20 юни 2024 г.

I have secrets

 I have secrets

I have a few

But will I tell them?

And to whom?

A silent cry from my heart...

And my mind is burning up with fever.

To sleep sometimes is hard.

To ask me no one cares to.

I will, it seems, carry them to my grave.

It seems to me that I am anything but brave. 

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