— a poem of potpourris.

Glasslike

Some things buried deep needs to stay that way.

Lita Tiara
Jul 14, 2020 · 1 min read
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Why do I endlessly haunt
my jaded, weary mind
with what I’m most certain
won’t ever come true?

The doors have long been shut
with you holding both
her hands and the key.