A quick haiku on if walls could speak. Hope you enjoy!! :D <3
I’ve no more secrets. I’ve shared them all with you.
On emptiness and hopelessness.
A poem on secrets, eyes, and lies.
Tanka of the Day (01.08.2019)
Written by: @genevieve
© Genevieve Kubica
In the reverie of farraginous memories.
my secret has been revealed.
Maybe some questions are better left unanswered.
The impossible harbour of reality that only exists in imagination.
If ever my heart could speak unimpeded...
Day 25- We are all made up of memories and secrets.
People keep telling me secrets no matter how much I accidentally let them down.
The protector of the library
You wake up in the back seat of a stranger's car, only to learn the stranger was hired to kill you. By your husband.
But why are you sitting in this mans drive way....alive?
What does it mean to be clean? 'Zest' prompt
Mary was a wild girl with a secret that nobody guessed at.