There are some journeys,
You'd never re-read in the journals,
Hidden under keys and locks,
Till the pages turn yellow and fade,
Like the secrets that shall never be decoded,
Leaving the minds un-decided.
There are some memories,
Which the mind makes better keepers ;
Like the sound of tonight's laughter,
The electrifying jolt in those eyes,
The warmth surging through my very veins,
And the stark coldness thereafter.
There are some chapters,
Meant for the mind's hearth,
To be buried under the Moon by night,
And burned by the Sun by day-
The covers that look so innocent,
Only to reopen like my Pandora's Box...
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