In the forgotten corners of memory,
where my past lingers silently,
That were hidden away like the untold stories,
longing to be heard in the space in between.
Strange voices echo in my ears,
In the midst of a dream, he appears.
So I tell him all my secrets, and he tells me all his fears,
And by that time I was drowning in my tears.
Stop, don't you dare to say a word, I cried.
He looked at me, he took me in her arms, shushed me, and replied,
You know,
'why won't they love you, my darling?,
Cause loving you is an exquisite way of suicide'.

© hope