Such Secrets
I enjoy your storm;
Those flashes and thunder claps
merging with my dark;
Now if my teddy gossips?
It won’t be filled with this truth;
My words were hung up;
Stuck, before you unfastened
everything inside;
Comforting so soft and warm,
always gentle with my heart;
Trusted with my prose
this firmly tied diary,
holds all my longing;
The way to make my voice catch?
Such secrets should not be told.
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