priceless

do you know what this is?

a worn down shelter

for lost thoughts

and dreams.

where whispers

of hope

and golden threads

of longing

reside,

glowing

and

exhausted.

rain clouds

and sun beams

bundled up

like a bouquet

of thornless roses.

a secret

or two

memories

of lies.

silence,

occasionally.

hold this.

hold my heart and make sure that

it doesn't break.