forgotten love

I write in order to express my Secrets my flaws in another way that would burn ears, to show my lies which stand behind my eyes ready to be reveales, infront of those who choose not to recognize what their heart desires, and how love a forgotten love can not be defined as any other phrase. I walk around with my head held high in hope to find that someone who will break me of a life long fairy-tale lie. Someone to make my hearts twist in knots and creates a beat unheard to any other only if I wish to keep that love forgotten to others, I will soon forget that love myself, a chance I'm not willing to take. This is why I write.