Monday, November 03, 2014

the leather bound

the leather bound

he writes one page every day
for the rest of his life

the story of his desires
his secrets and regrets

buried with him
years and years later

leather bound by a friend
a lover

every page stitched
and buried

1 comment:

Kimmi said...

Good poem..! It reminds me of myself because I write a lot of journals and I write every little secrets I have in it.. I love you poem.. :)