There often is
An idea that it is the best
To open your heart
And give the inside away
And I agree
Usually
But sometimes
The inverse is nice
Small joys, secret pleasures
Can be delightful
I love the way the sky looks
Above a parking lot
When the fog is besieging the night
A brilliant, orange glow
I relish it to myself
Not needed to share the moment
Though it is not a secret
The idea of secrets
Is they hold darkness
I think is only true
In some cases
For I believe
That in some places
The best moments
Are relished alone
A place where only you can go.
(theinkthatspeaks.blogspot.com)
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 12:23 PM UTC
There often is
An idea that it is the best
To open your heart
And give the inside away
And I agree
Usually
But sometimes
The inverse is nice
Small joys, secret pleasures
Can be delightful
I love the way the sky looks
Above a parking lot
When the fog is besieging the night
A brilliant, orange glow
I relish it to myself
Not needed to share the moment
Though it is not a secret
The idea of secrets
Is they hold darkness
I think is only true
In some cases
For I believe
That in some places
The best moments
Are relished alone
A place where only you can go.
(theinkthatspeaks.blogspot.com)
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