There is a locked door, in that door there are secrets.
There are secrets Mothers and Fathers never tell there children. There are secrets “Friends” whisper in other’s ear.
There are secrets here.
But there are also secrets we have buried deep in our souls, they push and pull at our tongues , urging us to tell. But instead we shove them back down into are churning stomach of secrets.
- Author: Poets Dream ( Offline)
- Published: October 3rd, 2022 10:15
- Category: Unclassified
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