February 26, 2012 § Leave a comment

The secret each one of us goes back to in solitude:
Maybe the knowledge that we’d liked to have been an only child
Maybe the wish to have had an other lover on that night
Maybe the regret that we spent too much time pushing her love away
Maybe the distance we took from all happiness on our way
Maybe the arrogance we feel towards those following us in the dark
Maybe even the bliss when looking at all things falling apart
For a secret has a hard tongue and is no place for common lies.


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