Once upon a sad night

What hides in plain sight
riddles lie behind the eyes

What you never saw above
Underneath the shared skies

What sorrows erupt as tears
Some stay dormant as time flies

words said become gashes
Deeper sharper than knives

Once upon a sad night
No one heard my sighs

You had left much earlier than
the world choose to surmise

The world makes some saints
Bearing all quietly some reside

That lost secret crafted so well
As if there was nothing to hide

what of my heart splintered
words said with deluded pride

Burning this way forever
With no way to equalize

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