Discovery

Disclosing figments of ourselves,

Guarded skeletons in locked cupboards,

Remain concealed under veiled unspoken words,

Offering only a blank canvas of ourselves,

Eager to paint memories shared of our time,

Slowly we allow the layers to be peeled away,

Offering our past scars to be read,

A diary of past failures and mistakes,

Temptation of laying prone our heart once more.

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