domingo, 22 de abril de 2018

Shhhhh.

What we share is different.
It's a secret.
A secret that many people know.
A secret that you keep trying to hide.
A secret I keep failing to shade.

There's no evidence of this, or that.
There are no pictures of us.
There are no letters,
only the ones I've wrote,
the same you've never wrote back.