February 17, 2014 §
Sometimes I hear a lyric, or read a poem, that becomes so sacred to my soul, I want to keep it locked up—a secret, hidden from the world.
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Tell me… how was it you loved me?
Like those secret words I hid— too sacred to be spoken.
Then how could you leave me?
Because I didn’t want to live a life hidden in the dark— my talents an unknown secret to the world.