"SECRETS"
They are kept and some are cold
never known yet can be told







They may hurt or even heal
depending on what they conceal







They know not trust to utter lies
breaking hearts shall compromise







They echo each mouth to ear
promised not noone to hear







They escape intrusted vow
seeping through unworthy mouth







They are better left alone
to die within a grave unknown




Angellynn
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