Monday, August 13, 2018

Refuge


 

















There is a box
Hidden
But never forgotten
Cloistered in my heart

If you ever love me
The right way
You will get to look inside
And in the looking
You will decide
To love me less
Or not at all

For there are secrets
Bound in ugliness
Broken promises
Cruelty
Waste
Squandered love
Two people living as one
In the light
And in the dark
Hiding
Deep below

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