Secrets (version 1)A Poem by Sophiethere maybe another poem titled secrets in the future.Wrapped up in a box with a pretty bow the secrets rage ready to flow
They bubble and cry begging to see begging to fly but I can't let them go and I can't let them blow from my lips in a whisper or a shout For then. I'll be ruined without a glimmer of doubt.
Too many secrets, tiny and large Ready to burst what will go first? Is there some way to get rid of this hollow pain? This guilt? Is there some way, to get rid of my secrets, without having them spilled? © 2012 SophieAuthor's Note
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