Unknown
Dreams never chased,
To fail or success.
A well kept secret,
One will never confess.
Desires never fulfilled.
Left inside to be concealed.
It is a bottle of hopes,
That has never been opened up.
The sweetness inside ,
Never tasted though it overflows the cup.
Letters of love or loss tossed
Into a box to gather dust.
Unread words of a lovers lust.
Glories long since faded.
Dreams lost and dated.
All bit and pieces of lives spent unknown.
Sarah D Comstock
July 3rd, 1998
Copyright © Sarah Comstock | Year Posted 2010
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