Devotion

Some secrets should be remained untold.
Some love must be sour, to feel the taste of real one.
We devote ourselves to things that do not matter.
Devine devotion.
The poison of our minds.
I can keep a secret, even when I know it could hurt us just to be.
Does it matter?
We all got hurt by love, we all learn to trust in despair.
Some secrets should be shared.
Some love must be sweet to miss the sour taste of jealousy.
In devotion I sacrifice myself.
What we miss?
The cross of misunderstanding and the problems we don’t share, but we all have.
Devotion to what hurts us and to the truth that remain untold.

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