Secret Diary

The moment I speak my words through inks,
Thought it gonna create some past,
Recreating the new version of old vision
With those unfiltered words.

Knowing all my secrets but still quiet,
Exists with colours but still untitled,
Maybe the words are scattered
But they are still quiet.

The pages were unturned
But memories are still fresh
The reason was unknown
But the meaning was flawless.

The poured miracles have boundaries
But no one know the reality
Ended with those sparkling night
The secret which no one can join.