Secrets come this way,
hush hush, spirited away;

Thoughts come to mind that have to
be kept, never shared, harbored away;

Feelings have long been hidden,
tied up tight, tucked away;


Tears fall, are kept out of
sight, no one to dry them away;

These things represent my life,
they have been kept here in my heart,
ever so carefully, wrapped in a
plain brown wrapper.

08/06/2013

Posted on 08/07/2013
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