You're a secret,
One that has no meaning, but you're mine.
Mine to own, mine to keep
Nothing strong, but nothing weak.
My secret, I will protect you until the last breath I breathe,
through exhaustion, fear, the bruising of my hands and feet.
I will trek on with you close to my chest, a secret that to keep;
Is truly everlasting bliss.
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Dichotomy
PoesíaThe observant is always watching. Humanity is here and thriving, but our world won't be surviving our reign. Alive, but not noticed in living. Here we are. A new life, new words, a new start. Aug. 12th 2019 - June 18th 2021 Vol. 1
