The graveyard
His heart
Is a locked room.
Flooded by unspoken words,
Of unmeasured volume.
In its comfort,
A graveyard of uncorrupt stories,
Of an unspoken marriage.
Relentlessly guarded by her memories.
His heart
Is a locked room.
Flooded by unspoken words,
Of unmeasured volume.
In its comfort,
A graveyard of uncorrupt stories,
Of an unspoken marriage.
Relentlessly guarded by her memories.