We all have a chapter,
Which we refuse to read out loud,
Something,
That's bookmarked,
Within the darkest shades we know,
Yet,
And goes unnoticed by people,
A page,
That changed,
The whole course of our life,
But we kept turning,
A scent,
Lies within papers,
That's neither pleasant,
Nor bitter,
It lies within the corner,
Our of heart,
That we will probably takes,
To our grave.
© Muheyman