There is a thin line hidden on every page I read
There is a black spot in every white page I open
There is a strange light in every dark room I open
There is an unheard rhythm in every silent motion
There is a place that I don’t dare to talk about
A box that I don’t want to open
A question that I know its answer but I cant say it
A truth that I cant face
The thin sugar trace in the bottom of my coffee cup
The simple smile hiding behind my tears
The deepest secrets that cant be shared
The chest that remains dusty till the end of time
The dress that looks nice but I can’t wear
It is the certainty that I cant bare
Can I even write a line about it
I dare my hands to do
Can I even think that I can spot it
I dare my mind to do
The whole point lies…that I can’t state for a fact
That it’s even alive
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