Jun 24
She’s a room of golden light,
but one drawer stays shut tight.
She laughs like wind through open doors,
yet guards a key beneath the floor.
I never ask, I never pry
some stars were made to burn and lie.
Still, I stay, though I can't see
the secret she keeps away from me.
but one drawer stays shut tight.
She laughs like wind through open doors,
yet guards a key beneath the floor.
I never ask, I never pry
some stars were made to burn and lie.
Still, I stay, though I can't see
the secret she keeps away from me.
A someone who holds a part of themselves in silence. A truth or memory tucked away where no one can reach or she doesn't want anyone to know.
