Hushed whispers, profane thoughts.
Insane desires and irate deeds.
A dirty past, memoirs on the wall.
The iridescent twinkles on the path forward.
No man is an island, hence bridges.
The morning cry of partridges.
Is nothing but a call for freshness.
To Break the bounds of loneliness.
Oh seek, and do find.
That which makes you happy.
Remembering that what goes around.
And doesn’t come around goes away.
She’ll be gone sooner or later.
If the slate isn’t wiped clean.
The past is past but it doesn’t stay there.
Whether or not it’ll come back to bite your nutty behind.
Depends on how much she knows.
Secrets’ll find their way out.
Control the response by being in charge.
Because She has a right to know.
So she can decide how far she wants to go.
Or if she wants to go at all.
Hand in hand you write.
And fill the slate with your tale.
What it’ll be you decide.
A lullaby, jazz or mettalic rock.
Whichever it is, take comfort in this fact.
The past isn’t hidden, its right before us.
With pen to paper, we sign this pact.
To build together, the future for US.
This is for couples whether old or new, secrets will keep secreting for as long as you keep them. One day, it’ll reach critical mass and precipitate into something so strong it’ll put a wedge in between you. It may well be the end of the relationship.
If you dont tell her cos u dont wanna lose her or vice versa, you may think you are doing the right thing, but when the truth comes to light, it’ll be more disastrous.
But a question for you,
Are There Parts of One’s Past That Must Never Be Revealed To One’s Partner? Or Is ALL To Be Revealed’
So ladies and gentlemen, what is the cat still doing in the bag?
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