A secret is made in the midst of a promise to be engraved on the decrees for discretion, the endless need to inspire curiosity, and combat the wanting envy and greed, that lingers in the shadows waiting to deceive.
A secret is made in the midst of a promise, to an end unknown, so long as there is a symphony to accompany this secret waltz of ours, as the boosts and declarations are made about one who has enriched our lives to some majesty way.
A secret has been made by the girl lying awake with two hours till dawn, as the cold night air flutters the covers with unnecessary ease, her eyes remain fixed to the heavens above, lost in the hazy embrace of one particular individual’s face that haunts the mind.
A secret has been made, time cannot be saved, and vows are to be engraved, for all that has come to pass will surely end in a final solution, a grand resolution.
A secret has been made and now she is all but at the mercy of silence in the wake of this imaginary alliance.